I have been guarding the village for fifteen years. I used paper-cutting to guide the souls of the dead, and used Nuo opera to exorcise evil spirits for the living. With 23 intangible cultural heritage skills, I became a recognized "village guard" in eight villages across the country.
Until something strange happened, the old locust tree grew wildly, there were unexpected noises in the toilet, and even the names of the tributes in the ancestral hall began to pop up on their own - the town was dragged into a "rules game" that was completely out of control.
I just got a new haircut as an "offering", and the whole weird rules started to be tampered with crazily; I sang the most authentic Zhong Kui's Marrying My Sister, and weird people within a hundred miles directly knelt down in a row and begged me not to stop.
The whole town cried and begged me to become the village chief. The only condition was:
"Master Su, shall we... Go to the big market tonight?"
The whole network exploded: "Is this the absolute repressive power of intangible cultural heritage?!"
