Huangquan Accounting Room

Qingwu Town in northern Sichuan. Twenty-year-old Chen Shi took over the Yin Yang Shop left by his grandfather: doing mundane tasks, paying off debts for ghosts, and lighting lamps for living people. There is also a "Yin Zhi Book" in the shop, which only records rules and debts, but not fortunes. The first transaction was a return order that was pushed by two old gentlemen in the town. Something went wrong: there were a series of barefoot marks on the stove ashes that had been sifted all night. It gets even weirder later on: the paper man opens the door by himself in the middle of the night and stands very neatly; the drowned ghost on the river beach has the date on his ultimatum a full seven days earlier than his death date. He doesn't draw talismans or ask gods to come over to him. He only asks three things first: the time of death, how many days he will be in mourning, and who is in charge of the family. After checking one by one, I found an old account that was rotten for a hundred years. The Town God's Temple in the town had been empty for a full hundred years. Sitting in the empty seat was a poor gentleman who had taught the Three Character Classic all his life. Ghosts are not scary, accounts are scary. God doesn't work, rules do. "You said his name was fake? But he has been in court every night for a hundred years, and he has every proof." One by one, his peers changed careers, leaving him alone still practicing. He who lights the lamp even when God is not watching is the one who holds the lamp.