Zhao Ji returned home for the funeral, but what he entered was a living tomb where the flesh and blood of his relatives were sacrificed.
The candle flame extinguishes itself in the absence of wind, which is the cry of the dead soul; the incense ashes are formed into characters by flowing backward, which is the underworld's accounting.
He originally thought he was facing only the madness of his family, but instead he tore up a "blood tax" contract that spanned three towns and lasted for hundreds of years - the Night Watch Association was in charge of Yin De's account books, and the seven major families paid tribute to blood relatives and exchanged false prosperity for indescribable things.
Here, the horror is traceable:
To make a paper man's life, you need your birth date and the hair of your closest relative; to light the lamps in the blood temple, there must be seven lamps, if one is missing, it will turn back on itself.
Rules are both shackles and weapons.
