Shen Qing inherited a paper-making shop. The master left three rules before his death: don't burn real money for dead people, don't make substitutes for living people, and don't put eyes on paper people.
On the night of the funeral, the old man knelt down in front of the funeral and cried.
Master's old mobile phone received a text message from a number that had been saved for twenty years and had never been dialed: "It's time for the old shop to be demolished and people to call. Linjiang City, Longmai Department Store."
From then on, Shen Qing was dragged into the other side of the world - there were people who cut dragon veins to borrow their lives, people who sacrificed people to steal the country's destiny, and people who took their lives to guard lamps from generation to generation, leaving no names on the monuments. It is said that those who tie paper are low-class, and this skill is unfavorable. Shen Qing didn't believe it. He insists on planting paper generals, paper judges, and paper gods to guard the lights of thousands of families in the world.
The paper is dead, but the heart is alive.
