This world is exactly like reality.
It's just that ordinary people don't know that funeral is never a sacrifice, but a transaction.
Incense is a positioning signal.
Burning paper money is the price of cause and effect.
Paper figures are temporary containers.
The paper shop is the trading window between Yin and Yang.
My name is Lin Mo, I am 22 years old. I inherited an old paper shop left by my grandfather a year ago.
Grandpa left only two words before his death:
"The business cannot be cut off."
"When customers come to your door, you have to open your business."
During the day, the shop door is deserted.
At night, there is always a knock on the door.
Someone wants a paper man to replace him.
Someone wants a paper car to pass by.
There are also people who want to spend ten years of their life in exchange for looking back.
Later I discovered——
Not all people who come to place orders are ghosts.
The truly dangerous thing in this world is the existence inside the door.
But my paper-making shop is not about business.
It's the door.
