Loess Paper

People in the village call that area dead ghost ditch. It is a sinister gap in the entire loess plateau, a place where no one died and where graves are piled up. For hundreds of years, no one has been buried or swept. Barren graves are piled on top of barren graves, dead bones are buried under the loess, and wild winds pass through the ditches, making them whimper like weeping all year round. No one dares to get even half a step closer during the day, let alone when the moon is sinking deep into the night. There is a dark rumor circulating on the plateau since ancient times, which has been kept silent for generations by the elderly, but everyone knows it well: There is no burning paper in a lonely grave, borrowing money from evil on a moonlit night, one life for another, and paper figures come for others. When my grandfather was still alive when he was a child, every time he passed by the dead ghost ditch, he would cover his eyes and repeatedly warn him that he would rather suffer poverty or starve to death in this life, and he would not borrow money from underworld, touch the grave paper, or get involved with ghosts. Grandpa said that it is easy to borrow money from the dark side, but it is hard to repay it with life. But at this moment, Chen Shouzhuo was already at the end of his rope. The desire for a new life can overwhelm twenty-four years of respect for the rules. The story begins here...