After Three Years of Paper-Making, I Awakened the Empress of Huangquan

My name is Su Mo, and I have been working at a paper shop at the end of the old street for three years. Before his death, my grandfather said: "A paper man will never look back when he touches his eyes, and a living person will not explore the way when he is buried." I didn't listen. On the first seven days, I drew the left eye of an unfinished paper girl. She lived. Then the first sentence he said was not to thank me for saving my life, but to look down at his chest and say in disgust: "The bamboo strips are braided too tightly, choke." Later, she stayed in my store, watching soap operas during the day and slapping a tough guy at night. After checking the notes left by my grandfather for three years, I found out that her spirit body was not an ordinary paper doll - she was the shattered Empress of Underworld, and I only clicked on her left eye. Once her right eye is also lit, she will regain all of her powers. The price is my life. I don't want to order. But Mr. Yin Yang, who killed the entire old street, found the entrance to the crack in the underworld. Bai Xiaoning stood at the edge of the crack and looked back at me, still with the same disgusted expression: "Su Mo, patch up your eyes. Your skill in weaving bamboo strips is terrible, but you are still okay, I will protect you." I picked up the brush, dipped it in my blood, and drew it toward her right eye.