Buddhist God of Scissors? All the Paper Figures I Cut Out Went Crazy.

Thirty years have passed since the Red Shear Change. Shadow disasters are rampant, technology has collapsed, and all thermal weapons have failed. Only the Chinese paper-cutting that has been passed down for thousands of years can determine life and death and suppress demons. Lin Zhan was a famous stall owner in Luozhi Town. He slumped on a folding chair with an orange-flavored lollipop in his mouth every day. He worked at the paper-cutting stall for three days and two days of fishing and drying nets. Everyone in the town thought he was a good-for-nothing who was just waiting to die. Until that day, the third-level Shadow Era tore apart the town's defenses, and the official road cutters were retreating steadily, and thousands of people were about to be killed. The young man who fished every day slowly took out a pair of rusty scissors. The red paper fell, the scissors rose, and a paper shadow soldier stepped in. The paper man raised the knife and chopped off all the shadows! "Don't make any noise. I just want to show off. Who the hell asked you to disturb my fishing?" The door god he cut can suppress hundreds of ghosts; The Yin soldiers he cut can kill gods and demons; The dragons and phoenixes he cuts can break the sky! The General Administration of Red Scissors knelt down to ask him to join the company, the Ancient Scissors family begged him to return to his position, and the Eying Cult regarded him as their number one enemy. He just waved his hand with a lollipop in his mouth: "Don't do it. You have to punch in when you join the company, and you have to go to work when you return. It's better for me to be comfortable in a small town." But when the person he was protecting was injured, the town was besieged, and the fire of human civilization was about to be extinguished, the Buddhist young man finally made a decisive move. There is a universe in a falling shear, and a person's heart can be seen in a square inch. I am guarding this world.