Chen Mo had been pregnant for 20 years and thought he would only be able to guard the funeral supplies store and wait for death with his adopted daughter.
Until a knocker appears in the community, anyone who opens the door will die within three days.
Just when everyone was too scared to speak, Chen Mo cursed at the door and threw a handful of glutinous rice.
The knocking on the door stopped.
He was shocked to discover: In this world shrouded in weird rules, no one knows that knocking on the door in the middle of the night cannot be answered, no one knows that the 13th floor is unlucky, and no one knows that the mirror cannot face the bed.
And those "feudal superstitions" that he had been exposed to since childhood turned out to be the ultimate weapon to overthrow all the weird stories.
While others were kneeling in the cracks of the rules to survive, he used a mahogany sword to draw talismans, an ink fountain to lock ghosts, and burned paper money to pay "tolls" to the rules.
Others said he was a lunatic. He looked at those people who were swallowed up by the ghost stories and said calmly: "The things passed down by our ancestors are more useful than your lives."
