The Paper Tie Is so Realistic That the King of Hell Queues up to Grab the Order

There are three iron rules for papermakers: If you don't put the eyes on the paper, the person will be alive if you put the eyes on the paper; if the paper person doesn't look back, if he does, his life will be taken; if the ghost thing is not left overnight, it will become a spirit. I'm all broken. Grandpa used forbidden magic to extend my life, giving me thirty years of life in exchange for twenty years of survival. The life of a paper man is only twenty years. I am twenty-two years old this year. My name has been added to the account book of the King of Hell, and I have one year left to live. Reopening the paper-making shop was my only way to survive. The spirit of salvation accumulates yin virtue, the spirit of immortality lasts for three months, the spirit of resentment lasts for one year, and the persistence of a hundred years can be continued for another century. I made paper horses to send the souls back home, broke into a haunted house to break the blood curse that destroyed the family, followed the corpse exorcist to the Shiwan Mountains in western Hunan, and fought for the lives of the devils in the mountains and forests. But if the paper man changes his life, there will eventually be a backlash. The paper man who shielded me from disaster is slowly waking up in my body. The yin difference has arrived, and the yang life has expired.