Yingxinge

Chen Yanqiu was unemployed after graduating from the Chinese Painting Department of the Academy of Fine Arts. His biggest dream was to lie down and play games. But as soon as his grandfather passed away, he was forced to inherit the paper-making shop that had been in business for 60 years on the old street in the east of the city - "Chengxin Pavilion". "The rules of Chengxin Pavilion: Sell paper people during the day, and sell Anxin at night. If you want to ruin the place, the paper people I make will also kill people." --- What is behind the door that grandpa has guarded for thirty years? Who holds the seventh key? Who is that boy who looks exactly like me?