On the first day when Chen Ping'an took over the ancestral paper shop, he accidentally burned the shop's treasure - a painting of "Beauty in Red".
That night, there was a strong wind. A woman in a bright red wedding dress, with her feet not touching the ground, sat at the head of his bed.
"If you destroy the slave family's shelter, you will have to pay for it with your own people."
The left wrist was branded with the concentric pattern of the Underworld Contract, and the seven-day contract was enforced:
When I was awake, I tied paper figurines and looked for old hairpins in the soil on graves.
I wanted to run away after seven days, but Ah Luo pointed at the red coffin and smiled sweetly:
"Husband, the paper figures made in this life belong to you, and your soul... Belongs to me."
Let's see how a little paper maker can travel across the world of Yin and Yang with his masterful folk art!
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I can't stand it anymore. . . I understand everything
I can't stand it anymore. . . I understand everything