At eleven o'clock in the night, Ye Chen received a takeout order for a coffin shop in a village in the city.
The person who opened the door was not a living person, but a talking paper man.
"On you," the paper man tilted his head, opening and closing his paper lips, "there are things my master's family lost twenty-three years ago."
Three days later, in the hill behind Ye Chen's hometown, all the tombstones in the cemetery were turned towards his ancestral home.
The pursuit order of the Chen family, an ancient martial arts family, has quietly hung above his head.
And the rusty takeaway car key in his hand was losing its rust inch by inch under the moonlight, revealing the word "Jingmen".
