Yan is a Yanshi who has devoted his life to making puppets more like human beings.
Then he died.
The doll killed him without warning, stabbing him in the heart with his favorite carving knife.
He felt that he succeeded, because at that moment the puppet seemed like a living person.
And then when he wakes up again.
A legend about the coexistence of man and god was blooming in front of him...
With...
With…………
That's weird.
He stared longingly at the golden and fragrant roasted pigeon on the stall, then looked at the wooden and stone shop next door, and touched the money bag he brought out...
He sighed helplessly, not knowing what to say to his housekeeper who was busy fighting a holy war.
Alas, the underworld is poor.
Alas, the abyss is even poorer.
Yan silently looked at the sky, saying that all the fun of being a Yanshi had been wiped out by these prodigal kids.