Paper figures smile, the living die; the coffin opens its eyes, and fierce ghosts roam.
For six thousand yuan, I opened the eyes of a pair of paper figures with my own hands.
But that very night, two people died horribly inside a coffin, a female corpse vanished without a trace, and the paper figures walked back to the paper-crafting shop by themselves.
From that day on, a century-old cult reemerged in the world.
To find my missing grandfather and uncover the secret the Chen family has guarded for generations, I opened the ancestral Thirteen Scrolls of Paper Crafting.
And embarked on a path of crafting paper figures with my own life force to suppress a hundred ghosts.
