I, Jiang Wan, am an ordinary paper-cutting enthusiast.
Until that day, the scissors at home moved on their own and cut out a paper wedding dress that smiled at me.
A group of men in black broke into the door: "Congratulations, you have been recruited by the Intangible Cultural Heritage Administration."
Only then did I realize that all intangible cultural heritage crafts were "rule cards" that sealed the ghost story.
Paper-cutting can confer gods, shadow puppets can control shadows, and Nuo opera masks can possess ghosts and gods...
And behind my scissors, there is a shocking secret that spans three hundred years.
My partner Shen Mo looked down on me: "Relying on paper cutting? I'd rather use a gun."
Later, he was saved three times by a card with the word "Feng" of mine. He didn't say anything but his ears were red.
When the ultimate disaster awakens, everyone is waiting for me to sacrifice myself into "embers".
But I smiled: "Who said inheritance requires sacrifice? I will decide my rules."
