On the day my grandfather passed away, the paper figures in the paper shop moved on their own.
I opened the ancient book he left behind, and there was only one sentence written on it -
"Taboos are not superstitions, they are ways to survive."
From then on, I acted according to the rules. The living did not dare to mess with me, and the dead lined up to beg me.
Burning paper money = paying protection fees to the underworld, setting off firecrackers = sonic exorcism, driving away corpses = air transporting skills...
Do you call this feudal superstition?
I call this - cultivating immortality.
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