Summary
Have you ever heard that when the rain falls on the third watch, the copper bell whimpering that is more penetrating than crying and mourning? Under the paper lantern of “Changshengzhai”, Lin Qiubai, who was wearing a gilt mask, was using a brush stained with corpse oil to write the yin debts of the living into the yellowed contract. The obsession of the dead soul can be exchanged for a life charm, and the yang shou of the living can reach Meng Po soup. Whenever the paper lantern shook wildly, snakes and insects poured out of the cracks in the wall, and the paper sedan chair creaked in the basement – this shady business, no one who dared to take it has been able to get out of the store. Do you still want to push open that rancid wooden door?