The paper shop that I have been keeping for more than thirty years has never been out of the ordinary, until that sticky rainy night. Paper money mixed with moisture got into the crack of the door. The newly married boy and girl suddenly grinned. The copper coins stained with yang energy turned black on the fingertips of the paper figures, and the yellow talisman on the door turned into a crying face. The footsteps on the bluestone were approaching step by step, and the person outside the door whispered for a substitute, and all of this was just the beginning of this strange event in the middle of the night.
Pretty good