My name is Chen Erzhu, a very poor paper maker. The craftsmanship passed down from ancestors, the paper figures made can cry and laugh, and he was pulled into the secret of the "Eight Gates of Yin" by accident. Paper binding, birthday materials, coffin carrying, corpse carrying... Each of them is doing its own thing, guarding a thousand-year secret. But I discovered that the pair of paper figures that Master pierced before his death were exactly the same as the eyes in my dream. This matter is not over yet, I have to investigate further.
