Liangui

Weird cannot be killed, it can only be refined. Refine a guile, and the guile will be your sword. But the knife needs to be fed. Feed the shadow, feed the pain, feed the name. By the end of it, you may forget who you are. My name is Chen Chi, I came from Anyi Garden. Last month, a sixteen-page ghost book recognized me. Turning over a page reveals a world of cannibalism. In Paper Bride Village, everyone in the village pays only one yard for shoe soles. Every inch of Heyincheng's wedding dress will give rise to goosebumps. The genealogy of the Miaopu Temple reads: This person has been collected and will come back another day. When the wedding team saw me, they turned around and said, "The matchmaker is here." No one treats me as a human being. Just right. Nowadays, the night watchmen beg me to join their ranks, the gray market calls me the banker, and the old men of all major families line up to give gifts. Because I can enter and exit the weird world, stay alive, and bring out the things inside. It's just that this ghost book never said—— The last person to get it lost himself. And the pawn ticket it gave me had a number printed on it: seventeen.