Taboos on White Funerals: Don't Touch the Eyes on the Paper Mannequins

"The shaped paper is not stained with living blood, and the painted skin is not stained with real eyes." This is an iron law that has been hanging in the old forests of the far north and Bao Ji's white shop for hundreds of years. Everyone in the world says that paper is thin and life is cheap. It rots when exposed to water and turns to ashes when exposed to fire. But in this borderland of the 1980s, when the sky was covered by wind and snow, and the sky was freezing, no one dared to underestimate the craft of pasting, mounting and tying paper. A piece of yellow paper folds out the bird of Tongyinsi; a half-inch scissor cuts into pieces the shackles that lock the soul. That day, the white-haired wind engulfed the entire town. The scissors stained with yang blood slid across the red paper, mistakenly depicting the highlighted eyes of a living person on a dead object—— So, the paper-stuck frog that was supposed to be dead suddenly turned its eyes in the dark night; Outside the morgue deep in the wind and snow, there was an extremely light and brittle sound of scraping paper; Frozen corpses entangled in water plants under the ice, and flesh mashed by giant trees in the old forest, all follow the smell of blood, grinning at the corners of their stiff and dry mouths, and knocking on strangers' doorsteps step by step... Evil dogs carry bones, yin fire burns the kang, five disasters break down doors, and white horses eat their lives. When the fortune-changing killing game that had been silent for hundreds of years in the deep mountains and old forests slowly opened its fangs, Bao Yanqiu pulled out the one-foot pig iron paper scissors wrapped with canvas on the back of her waist. "The white pretense of the Bao family is still up. This Yin-Yang Road, no dead person can use it, and the living... Don't touch the paper man's eyes."