I Live in the Northeast and Return to My Hometown to Open a Business Shop.

Never look back on a snowy night in the Northeast, let alone pick up red objects on the roadside. If someone knocks on the window late at night to borrow hot water, be sure not to answer. After graduating from college, my grandfather disappeared out of thin air, leaving me with an old shop dealing with cold evils. I was a timid and lustful ordinary student, hanging around the support teacher Su Wanhe every day, but I was forced to face the cold and strange things that had been hidden in the entire Changbai Mountain for hundreds of years. The evil spirits who look back, the resentful spirits in the deserted villages, the evil spirits in the lonely graves, the enchanted souls in the mountains and forests, the water ghosts under the ice, the ghosts of old houses, and the immortals who want to be sealed take turns causing chaos. In the twelfth lunar month, thousands of souls return to the village, and all the old disasters break out together. I have no yin and yang eyes, no special abilities, and I only rely on the winter taboos passed down from my ancestors to survive. Even if my scalp is numb with fear every time I deal with Yin evil, I will never let Yin evil harm the people around me. Piles and piles of yellow paper were burned in the shop, and batch after batch of dead souls came from the snow. It turned out that when I returned to my hometown to start a business, I was never focused on business, but on the obsession of countless people who had frozen to death and had nowhere to rest.