My name is Chen Mo, and I inherited the "Chen Ji Paper Making Shop" left by my grandfather. I thought I was just making paper figures and horses for a living, until late at night on the first night, a "customer" knocked on the door and wanted to order a paper figure that looked exactly like him... From that day on, I realized that this shop was not selling paper making, but life. The paper figures who stepped on the Zhenhun Bridge would open their eyes, and the paper clothes burned for the lonely graves would come back on their own, and I became the "ferryman" between the Yin and Yang worlds. Those forgotten Chinese horrors were crawling out from the corners of the city...
