On the Ghost Festival Day, My Grandma Burned Paper Money to Me

Returning to my hometown during the Ghost Festival, my grandma threw a handful of yellow paper money into the brazier - recipient: Gu Yao. Before I could curse, the paper man in the paper shop lifted his hijab, with a face exactly like mine, wearing my embroidered shoes from 26 years ago, and walked into the ancestral grave for me with one step at a time. The first rule of the town: The left foot governs life, the right foot governs death; whoever the shoe falls on will die. I ran away, I cut, I fought back, and finally burned down all the paperweights, but I found a 2025 paper wedding dress in the suitcase, with the chest number: GY-50-01. It turns out that the story is never about living people fighting paper people, but paper people fighting living people—— And I am the sacrifice that was burned to the dead. Keywords: Ghost Festival/Paper Doll/Infinite Loop/Embroidered Shoes/Festival Horror One sentence selling point: The paper man who was burned to death suddenly sat up and called my name - and I had to live again to prove that I was not paper.