Bone China Counterfeit

The rainy season in the old town of Qingzhou City always brings with it the inexhaustible humidity. On the bluestone threshold of Chenji Bone China, apprentice Chen Yuan wipes the gleaming bone china ornaments every day, and also wipes the strange rules buried by time - the door must be closed before six o'clock, tap water is forbidden to wash the porcelain, and the bone china lantern locked in the glass cabinet in the back room must not be touched. Customers who come to the store never care about the price. What they buy is not delicate and moist bone china, but something that can calm "shadow ghosts" and "resentful evil spirits". It wasn't until Chen Yuan accidentally smashed a bone china rabbit that suppressed shadow ghosts that he truly stepped into the dark side of the city's magic: women in black trench coats and pupilless eyes carried bone china butterflies to death, paper figures floating out of the paper shop at midnight would chase shadows in the alleys, and the "lantern holder" in the old man's mouth actually wanted to carry bone china lamp oil mixed with blood and tears to burn the ghosts in the old city late at night. When the note "You will be the next lantern holder" floated out from the broken pieces of porcelain, Chen Yuan discovered that the lines of the bone china artifact not only contained evil, but also entangled the fate of the lantern holder - once he took over the lantern, he could never leave the old city. If the artifact backfired, his own bones and blood would become a new porcelain body. What's even more frightening is that someone is secretly collecting broken bone china artifacts, trying to use the yin energy of the entire old city to awaken the "evil in porcelain" sleeping underground. In the damp alley, the blue light of the bone china lantern flickered on and off, and Chen Yuan's hand holding the porcelain knife was shaking - he wanted to suppress not only the evil spirits, but also himself who was being swallowed up by the bone china bit by bit.