Rebirth, Shenhao System, but Chinese Horror Unfolds

Shen Jinsheng said to himself, "If I have to do it again, I should pay back what I owe, right?" The Shenhao system is like a cold paper fire; the paper lanterns in front of the mansion are crackling, creating a strange tone of the illusion of rebirth. At the climax of the banquet, the paper-patterned female companion asked softly, "Jinsheng, do you smell it, it looks like -"; the yellow talisman fire reflected on the bottom of the cup, Shen Jinsheng was still obsessed, thinking it was a gift from fate. A mourning tune sounded in the corridor at midnight, and relatives whispered, "Child, go home." He walked forward, holding on to the wall, and noticed gray lines on the gold bricks of the mansion under his feet, doubting the true direction of "go home." After recognizing the illusion, he firmly responded "Go home? I've been back a long time ago", but he kept looking back on the past in the revolving lantern illusion. The deeper the obsession, the tighter the cycle. The underworld is empty, with no ghosts and no rotations. The divine system and paper-fire fantasy are composed of the reverberations of sacrifices; the sounds of relatives summoning souls are just echoes without owners. Shen Jinsheng repeatedly tries to break through the rift of reincarnation, illusion and reality overlap, and the paper-patterned female companion and paper lantern become phantoms that guide or hinder. In the end, he sat on the empty seat and shouldered everything; before his death, he murmured, "Give me one more chance... Just once."