My name is Guo Lilu, and I run a paper shop. If you don't practice immortality or martial arts, you won't win a fight. But I will finish the work for the dead and collect debts for the dead souls. No one who owes his life can even think of running away.
My name is Guo Lilu, a clerk at a paper-making shop. I don't cultivate immortality, exorcise ghosts, or slay demons.
When others see ghosts, they see green-faced, fanged, life-threatening ghosts. What I saw was Uncle Zhang from the pancake shop in the south of the city. He promised to buy new clothes for his daughter, but he failed to walk out of the alley alive. It was the embroiderer from Dongjie who had waited seven years for her husband to return to the war. She was still holding half of a jade pendant in her hand when she died. He was the young man who was pushed into a dry well by his younger brother. He didn't understand until his death why his loved ones would attack him.
The most illusory things in the world are ghosts and gods, and the most real thing is human life. The so-called dead souls are just people who didn't have time to end their lives properly.
My way is not cultivation or killing. It is to walk into the lives of strangers one after another, listen to their unfinished stories, and personally help them press the last archive button of their lives.
But there are people in this city who don't want the dead souls to rest in peace. They buried countless black copper coins in the city, crushed the dead souls into nutrients, and wanted to use the lives of tens of millions of people to create eternal life for themselves.
And the jade pendant left by Master in my hand is the last key for them to activate the formation. The paper man began to tremble, and black lines crawled up between his eyebrows. The master's consciousness was sealed underground, and his soul was extracted day and night.
They said that I was just a mortal without any cultivation. They don't know that a person who dares to put an end to the dead is never afraid of the living.
Soul-transferring is not about killing. But this time, what I want to cross is a living person.
Everyone in the world says that death is like a lamp going out.
