Three years ago, his brother Chen Chu went to Yinshan Village in western Hunan to investigate the "Send Off to the God of Plague" ceremony and disappeared since then.
Three years later, folklore detective anchor Chen Mo came to this isolated village. Thirty-three paper figures are neatly arranged at the entrance of the village. The villagers say they are just handicrafts. But that night, he saw with his own eyes the paper man lifting his legs——
Swish swish swish. Step by step, walk towards him.
Uncle Qi said: "There are some things that you can't afford the consequences of recording."
Ah He said: "The hanging coffin cannot be opened, otherwise the contents will escape."
The last page of my brother's notebook read: "They didn't tell the truth. The paper figures are not symbols, they are real--"
There are two days until the winter solstice. The road out of the mountain disappeared.
Chen Mo discovered that from the moment he stepped into the village, he had already entered this thirty-three-year cycle.
And the next container may be himself.
