On a night as dark as ink, strange figures in gaudy, colorful garments march under the moonlight. Their faces are warped, frozen in eerie grins. They carry a grand sedan chair, stepping over grave soil, stained with demon blood, heading toward a den of monsters.

Among the folk, there is a chilling saying:

"When paper men bear the sedan, ghosts wail and demons howl — flee if you see them, and never draw near."

A long-lost legacy of the Zhimu craftsmen—those who craft ritual paper effigies—has resurfaced.

A reclusive youth inherits the art.

Controlling paper to kill, he hunts demons, spirits, and monsters…

Extracting their bones, peeling their skins, and crafting paper talismans to prolong life.

With paper as his blade and death as his ink—he walks the path of Dao.