In this folk infinite game, there is never a true clearance.
There are only one sacrifice after another, designated by ancient records.
Volume 1·Jinxi Paper Village
The first stop to be drawn into the infinite folk game is the deserted village in western Shanxi that has been destroyed for a hundred years.
Ancient locust trees cover the sky, paper figures rule the country, nursery rhymes echo in the empty village in the middle of the night, and every rule hides a dead end.
There are no living people in the village, and all those walking around are avatars made of paper embryos. Buried under the soil are the resentful souls of generations of blood sacrifices.
Su Jin entered the game with the remaining music and tried to survive step by step in the murderous village.
Meet and side by side with another person who is equally calm and ruthless.
The paper-breaking man is in a maze, suppressing evil spirits in the locust tree, and uncovering the dusty blood feud of the old papermaker.
They were born with an SS rating and thought they had escaped a nightmare.
Little do they know that the safe zone is never stable, and ancient records have long been entangled in their souls.
The paper is embedded in the flesh, the residual spirit is following, the curse has not been lifted, and the evil path has not ended.
Paperman Village is just the beginning, a darker copy is already waiting quietly ahead.
Volume 2, Witch Gu Village.
Volume Three, The Fox Gets Married. To be completed
From paper figures, poisonous poisons, to fox demons and red affairs. . .
The more ferocious the copy, the more alive the ancient genealogy, the closer they are to the truth and the closer they are to death.
Su Jinmian held the hand of the person next to her, her fingertips were cold but her tone was steady:
"No matter what lies ahead, I will accompany you."
The abyss is in front, the ghosts are behind, and the retreat is blocked.
In this game, they don't want to clear the level, they just want to get out alive together.
Intention: Terror is the surface, fetters are the bones, and perseverance is the soul. I hope readers will see, beyond the horror, a firmness and tenderness that never abandons each other in troubled times and walks together in life and death.