In 1997, when the heavy fog closed the town, my mother put me in a paper coffin with her own hands, just so that my brother could borrow my "death" to raise a ghost fetus.
28 Days later, I crawled out of the concrete with my heart made of paper, my bones made of scissors, and my grandpa's ghost screaming in my head.
Now, I have opened a "Huaiyin Zhai" in the town, specializing in paper figurines, with a clear price tag: a shadow of an evil ghost, in exchange for 10 years of longevity for my grandfather. The guest asked: "Aren't you afraid of backlash?"
I smiled and pointed at my forehead: "Old man, hold on first."
Debts that can't be burned, lives that can't be cut off -
Welcome, you can live on credit. I'll pledge your shadow.
Purpose: Justice in the world