The Paper Effigy Maker: I Deliver Packages to the Underworld

Three paper ingots from the dead bought the life of the living. The red bridal sedan I made with my own hands carried the living into the Yin Ruins. I broke all three ancestral commandments with a single stroke. Only later did I learn that someone had used me to set a forbidden trap: the dead traded their souls for the lives of the living, extending the lifespan of someone on the brink of death. The sedan was a passageway, and I was the delivery vehicle. I bit my tongue, used my blood to summon spirits, made Yin soldiers, and descended into the Nine Hells. I delivered the wrong person. I'll bring them back myself. Deep in the Yin Ruins, a voice chased after me...