There Is a Man Who Invites Gods in the South of the City

I just graduated and was assigned to work in the community. I thought the biggest challenge was to persuade my uncle not to pile up cardboard boxes in the corridor. Until I heard the cry of a baby in the middle of the night from the alley next door - I used Qi gazing and saw that there was a hand crawling out from the crack in the wall. My grandfather prayed to God. After his death, he left me a pile of yellow paper, half a notebook, and a ruined temple that no one worshiped. Now it's my turn. The thing is - God is dying too.