I inherited a paper-making shop that was on the verge of closing down. On the surface, it sold circle-drawing paper figures, but in fact it was a soul-soothing station between the Yin and Yang realms - a place dedicated to taking in lonely ghosts stranded in other people's homes, fulfilling their wishes and then sending them to death.
The first customer was a high school senior girl who drowned. She wanted to buy a set of paper-bound college entrance examination mock test papers. The second one is a bride wearing a blood-stained wedding dress, coming to pick up the express delivery that was not delivered three years ago. The third one was a man in white with no memory. He only brought a yellowed photo - "Qingliu Village" was written on the back of the photo, which was the name of the place in my nightmares as long as I could remember.
Every time I send away a dead soul, there will be a crossing mark on my palm. The master said, when the ninety-nine crossing marks are burned out, I will extinguish the lamp and people will die.
What's even weirder is that there is a barefoot man sitting on the stone steps in front of the shop every day. He never came in and only placed a wild chrysanthemum by the threshold. I asked him who he was, but he remained silent.
Until that rainy night, when I was pursuing the truth about Qingliu Village, I was besieged by evil spirits. He suddenly appeared in front of me and kicked the evil spirit away. The red rope on my ankle was particularly dazzling in the lightning.
He said: "I will protect you this time."
He said: "I have been waiting for you on this street for thirty years."
So pretty