Paper Soul

The night my grandfather died, he left Lu Xiaoman three things: A "Paper Book" that records cause and effect, a three million IOU that he has never seen before, and a number that can never be reached again. The next day, the creditor came to the door with only one sentence: The debt your grandfather owes will be paid with his craftsmanship. Three months, three pieces of paper work, completed, accounts settled. He was the poorest clerk in the city cultural center. During the day, he was regarded as a charlatan. At night, he went to the paper-making shop to tie horses, sedan chairs, and houses for the dead. He was most afraid of two things in his life: touching that music sheet and letting the paper man live. But the paper man made by his grandfather moved on his own in front of him. Paper figures that cannot be burned, shadow puppets that demand life, Nuo noodles with changed faces, statues of gods that are consecrated and revolted - some people are using incense as currency to harvest the faith of living people. Lu Xiaoman only knows one thing: to follow the craftsman's rules and recover the debt owed to Karma one by one. After much deliberation, he discovered that what his grandfather was pricking was not paper, but a whole world of paper. The night Zhijie opened its doors, he heard his grandfather's voice coming from the phone: Xiaoman, gods can be changed, but rules cannot be broken. Tie paper, dot eyes, burn souls, and confer gods. He is the last papermaker and the last god in the paper world—— And that finishing touch has been waiting for him for twenty-six years.