The Storyteller of Guishi

In the old street at midnight, Shen Ci, who had been keeping vigil for three days, took over his grandfather's storytelling stall. My grandfather left only one sentence: Don't let the rumors take root. On the first night, a customer came to the stall and asked about old news, leaving a piece of paper money. Shen Ci followed the paper money and got a glimpse of the strange market on the long street on a rainy night - the vendors there had no face and only relied on obsession. It turns out that there is a kind of person in this world who determines cause and effect with words: a word can save a life, and a word can kill a person. Three generations of storytellers from the Shen family all died on "words". What Shen Ci wants to do is to use words to save people, and also to use words to ask questions about this strange city.