I Am Cutting a God in the Human World

"After my grandfather died, I realized that what he had been cutting all his life was not paper, but the rules of the world." After the death of his grandfather, Chen Shouzhuo returned to Qinghuai County to deal with his belongings. Before the first seven days arrived, there would be a shadowless person standing outside the courtyard gate every night. It never comes through the door. Until the third night, the voice of my father, who had been missing for fourteen years, sounded outside the door. At the same time, the house-guarding tiger that his grandfather posted on the back of the door was fading little by little, and a few pages of the sample book left behind were torn away, and the fifty-year-old pair of scissors began to reveal a side of Chen Shouzhuo that he had never seen before. Tiger head, door god, five poisons, happy flowers, bun doll... Behind those forgotten old cutting patterns, there seems to be another set of human rules hidden. Before his death, my grandfather left only two words: "Jing Nian is not dead yet." "The road back cannot be cut." In order to find his father and the truth, Chen Shouzhuo picked up the scissors again. But he soon discovered—— You really can't cut things randomly in this world. It's never paper.