When the paper man laughs, the living will die; when the coffin opens its eyes, evil ghosts will move.
For six thousand yuan, I opened the eyes of a pair of paper figures with my own hands.
But that night, two people died tragically in the coffin, and the female body disappeared mysteriously, but the pair of paper figures walked back to the paper shop on their own.
It was also from that day that a century-old cult reappeared in the world.
In order to find my missing grandfather, and to uncover the secrets that the Chen family has guarded for generations, I opened the ancestral "Thirteen Volumes of Paper-making".
I embarked on a road of making paper and suppressing hundreds of ghosts.
