I was born at the end of the seventh lunar month. Just because a street old man said that he could hit anything, my parents threw me into a mass grave at the back of the mountain. However, I happened to be picked up by an old man who ran a paper-making shop during the day and fought backwards at night. He taught me the skills of paper-making and the secret of fighting backwards since I was a child. When I was 24 years old, I had mastered both paper-making and backward fighting. The old man disappeared suddenly, leaving only a note telling me to keep an eye on the paper-making shop and not to engage in fighting. But I still couldn't bear it. I followed the old man's example and opened the paper-making shop during the day and closed the shop at nine or ten o'clock in the evening to go to the paper-making shop. But as the days went by, more and more strange things happened around me.
Intent: Thriller