When I opened my eyes, I had been reborn in the chaotic Republic of China in 1926, and something sinister had happened to me!
Luckily, the strange old man Shen Sanbu took me in at his funeral-paper shop. By day, I followed him splitting bamboo strips, pasting paper figures together, and making funeral goods. By night, I had to deal with an old woman who returned from the dead to seek revenge and send a thousand-year-old river ghost on its way.
I thought he was just a craftsman, until I saw him paint eyes onto a paper figure and bring it to life to block a fatal blow!
It turned out that this world had more than warlord battles: the evil Xuan Yin Society was refining Yin soldiers, while Japanese onmyoji coveted the dragon veins.
My master said that paper crafting was a trade of the underworld, earning money from the dead and handling affairs between the realms of yin and yang.
Later, my master was kidnapped and the town was on the brink of disaster. I made ninety-nine paper figures and painted eyes on them all at once.
“I'll make the skies of this troubled age shine again.”
