Burning Paper

Please bookmark my ongoing novel, All the Treasures on My Family's Trash Mountain! Blurb below! Please bookmark my upcoming novel with a similar vibe, The Three-and-a-Half-Year-Old Kitten Picks Up a Powerful Cheat! Everyone knows that there are two men in Fencheng you don't want to cross: one revered as Lord Paper, the other self-proclaimed Lord Fire. Lord Paper is good in every way: cold-faced, kind-hearted, and highly capable. Lord Fire isn't bad either, except he's ruthless, cruel, and sharp-tongued. The day the Ghost Gate fell into chaos, the ghosts imprisoned for a thousand years swore to turn Fencheng into a ghost city and the human world into an inferno. Later, they went crying back through the Ghost Gate. Lord Fire warmly urged them to stay: "Don't go! You only get out once in a blue moon. Stay and have some fun with me." The ghosts were furious: "This is too much! Is there no one who'll do something about this? Is there no justice left in the world?" Before rolling away, one clever ghost presented Lord Paper with a washboard made from durian rinds. Later, Lord Fire squatted at the Ghost Gate, swinging that washboard to play whack-a-mole. Every ghost who came out to watch ended up with a head full of bumps. When the Lin clan's founding ancestor attained the Dao and ascended, an ancient tree that had accompanied him in his cultivation was used to make paper. It could kindle karmic fire, burn a thousand ghosts, and destroy every evil spirit. Paper dolls made in human form were known as living paper. Living paper and the Lin family should have been inseparable. But the Lin clan relied on the blessings of their ancestors and grew complacent and arrogant, driving the living paper away until it broke ties with them and set up on its own. When the Ghost Gate suddenly opened, disaster struck the Lin family. The Lin family's disgraceful descendant, Lin Yan, returned to Fencheng, and a bloody storm began. Huo Zhi x Lin Yan This is a fictional setting. Do not look for real-life parallels. It has nothing to do with reality and is entirely made up. Do not apply it to real life, and please do not believe in superstition. Believe in science. Please bookmark All the Treasures on My Family's Trash Mountain! On the first day Qin You inherited her grandfather's antique restoration shop, a flying coffin lid from a freshly dug-up coffin struck her and sent her into an unfamiliar world overrun by ghosts and monsters. She became a frail, sickly orphan of eighteen, so thin she looked ready to drop dead at any moment. The only thing her family had left her was an entire mountain of trash, and she had no idea where her next meal would come from. Qin You thought: Well, this is all right. If I sort through this mountain of trash, repair things, and sell them secondhand, at least there's a chance I'll have enough to eat. Patch up a tattered talisman and it'll ward off evil and disaster. Combine three broken magical artifacts and they're more than enough for little ghosts and monsters. Reforge fragments of swords and knives into flying weapons, perfect companions for slaying monsters. Wipe down a newly acquired broken mirror and it'll reveal demons and ghosts, and even give them a sauna. People who used to steer clear of the trash mountain now eagerly await the new products from the young shopkeeper Qin You. Whatever it is, buying it is a bargain. Even the chickens raised and vegetables grown in her backyard are brimming with spiritual energy and good enough to eat as pills. Ghosts and monsters often stop by, too. Even little trinkets humans don't want can help them stay alive. Later, everyone discovered that the trash above ground was nothing compared to the treasures beneath it. Qin You: So my family's trash mountain is actually a treasure mountain. Everyone, humans and ghosts alike: Please, Boss Qin, sell us just a little! Anything at all will do! Theme: True affection can withstand the test of fire