Deep in Qingshiban Old Street, the Lin family has been guarding a shroud shop for generations.
When grandma died, she left behind a pair of old scissors and repeatedly warned her not to get involved in the old street's secret affairs.
Thirty years ago, on a rainy night, a murder took place in the tailor shop. In order to practice the magic of soul-stitching, his younger brother Wang Cai used seven soul nails to imprison his sister's soul and built a coffin of the ghosts of his mother and son to absorb resentment over the years.
Ruffians were haunted by witchcraft, strange things happened frequently in the neighborhood, and my mother was chosen as a living stand-in.
I, Lin Mo, hold the ancestral evil scissors and evil-suppressing black copper coins in my hands, break the paper array, cut off the soul-controlling thread, and tear apart the disguise of the hypocritical funeral boss step by step.
The blood feud was settled, and the wronged souls were finally freed.
The door of the funeral parlor opened without any wind, and a low warning came from the darkness:
"You little brat from the Lin family, you have crossed the line."
The huge chess game hidden behind the soul-stitching magic has just begun.
