I deliver food in a bizarre world

"Hey Mo, that Mirror Hotel... I think I heard an old driver mention it when I was driving a car back in my younger days. He said it wasn't just that there were a lot of mirrors, but more importantly... well, how should I put it, apparently the space inside was a bit problematic."

[Some people have walked back through the corridors and found the layout changed. Others say that in front of certain mirrors, you can see... well... another version of yourself doing something different! Anyway, it's best to avoid that place if you can!]

Space issue?

Another version of myself?

Chen Mo's heart sank; this explanation sounded more complicated than a simple paranormal event.

He quickly typed back: "@ScavengerTaoist, thanks, Brother Tao, this information is very important. Are there any more details? For example, which mirrors are special? Or what should I pay attention to?"

The Scavenger sent another voice message.

[It's been so long, I can't remember clearly... I just remember the old master craftsman saying, "Don't easily believe what you see inside, especially what you see in the mirror. If something seems wrong, quickly spit or curse a few times; sometimes these old-fashioned methods are more effective than anything else."]

The "all-night archaeology enthusiast" added: "By the way, Brother Mo, I seem to remember seeing a post a few years ago that mentioned a room on the third floor of that hotel, I think it was 301 or 304, was the most resentful place in the entire hotel, though the specific reason is unknown. If you're going there, try to avoid that area."

He silently memorized the room.

After asking around, he found out quite a lot. Suppressing his inner shock, he replied in the group.

"Thanks, guys! This information is extremely useful and has helped me a lot! I'll show it to you all during the live stream!"

He sent five large red envelopes, each worth several hundred yuan, in quick succession to express his gratitude, and then closed the group chat.

After a couple of seconds of hesitation, he immediately rummaged through his belongings and found the small bundle of specially made spirit bamboo paper that his grandfather had insisted on giving him when he came over last Chinese New Year.

The paper is slightly yellow in color, soft and flexible in texture, and has a scent similar to a mixture of sandalwood and herbs.

At that time, he thought the old man was superstitious and that he had no use for this thing.

I originally used it as incense because I thought it smelled nice. Now that I've found it again, the scent has become quite faint, perhaps because it's been sitting for a while.

Thinking about this, he couldn't help but feel fortunate that he hadn't thrown it away as waste paper...

Times have changed!

He pulled out a bunch of tools, the basic paper-making tools his grandfather had given him along with the paper. The items were varied and niche, and not easy to buy.

Inside were several specially made bamboo knives of different sizes, and a jar of yellowish-brown bone glue made from fish maw using a special secret method.

After finishing his preparations, he sat on the living room floor, took a deep breath, and tried to recall the fragmented formulas and techniques that his grandfather had mumbled when he was drunk.

The power of paper crafting lies not in its resemblance to the original form, but in its embodiment of the spirit...

The finishing touch reveals the essence; a single stroke brings life, a single stroke brings death; the mind must be steady, the hand must be deliberate…

Bamboo as the bone, paper as the skin, a thread of spirituality connecting them...

He cleared his mind of distractions, picked up a bamboo knife, and began cutting paper and shaving bamboo strips.

After thinking about it, since he had nothing better to do, he decided to start a live stream.

His movements were a bit clumsy at first, but soon, memories of helping out in his grandfather's workshop as a child gradually came back to him, and his fingers became more nimble.

He didn't pursue an exquisite appearance; it was just a basic, flat design. He only aimed for a stable structure so that it wouldn't fall apart later!

It mainly consists of a head, a body, and four limbs, conforming to the most basic human shape.

The audience also flocked in.

【Huh, is this Brother Mo's house?】

[Is this Mo Ge's house?! After following him for so long, this is the first time I've ever seen it!]

[The person above, that just proves you're not a long-time fan! Mo Ge shows up at his place every now and then!]

[Huh? The streamer isn't delivering food today? Has she switched to being a crafts streamer?]

"I won't be delivering today; I have other plans."

What is Brother Mo up to?

[This paper figure... its stark white face is a bit creepy; it gives me the chills even in broad daylight.]

[Mo looks so handsome when he's serious! But what's this thing for?]

[Why are you doing this, streamer?]

Chen Mo glanced up at the screen full of questions, his hands still moving, casually giving answers.

"Traditional crafts must not be lost! Today, I'll take you to experience an intangible cultural heritage—Xiangxi paper crafts."

【? ? ? 】

You can do this too?

【I know, I know! My grandma used to make this too, saying it was for our ancestors】

These days, if a delivery driver doesn't know something about intangible cultural heritage, they wouldn't dare call themselves a delivery person! [doge.jpg][doge.jpg][doge.jpg]

[I'm not very well-educated, so don't try to fool me! Is this some kind of intangible cultural heritage?]

Chen Mo read out the comment and said, "Our Great Xia Kingdom has so many treasures! This thing is also called Phoenix Paper Craft. Its main uses are for sacrificial rites and entertainment. It is a very important part of the cultural heritage of western Hunan."

Oh! I remember now! Come to think of it, Brother Mo mentioned a long time ago that his hometown is in western Hunan...

Is it true or false?

Chen Mo said, "I did grow up in western Hunan when I was a child."

After nearly an hour of chatting with fellow viewers, the six rough and simple paper figures were finally completed.

They lay quietly on the floor, without facial features, their blank faces exuding a strange eeriness.

Next comes the most crucial step – the finishing touch.

Paper figures are not painted with eyes, and paper horses are not made to display their manes; this is the rule of this trade.

However, this is a special case, so it can only be handled in a special way.

Chen Mo picked up the smallest bamboo knife, dipped it in a little water, and held his breath.

He concentrated his mind and focused his thoughts on the tip of the pen, carefully placing two ink dots on the face of the first paper figure to symbolize eyes.

The instant the pen left the paper, Chen Mo felt as if a tiny part of his spirit had been subtly drawn away and merged into the paper figure.

The paper figure itself remained unchanged, but in his spiritual vision, the hazy aura surrounding it seemed slightly more vibrant than that of the other unfinished paper figures.

It must have been a success, right?

Grandpa taught him how to make large paper figures, and there were other things besides paper figures. At the time, he thought it was too much trouble and didn't learn much. Now that he thinks about it, he really wants to go back in time and give himself a good beating!

Now, all he remembers is the little paper doll.

If he has time, he should take the opportunity to consult his grandfather.

Fortunately, he had learned the basics and remembered them. If he had been carrying the big paper figure around Jinghai City, he probably would have been arrested and taken away by the security bureau within half an hour...

He did the same for the other five paper figures. After doing so, he felt a slight fatigue.

After doing all this, he let out a long sigh of relief, sweat beading on his forehead.

He picked up the three paper figures, went to his bedroom, and hid them in different corners.

He tucked one under his pillow, placed one deep in his desk drawer, and taped the other to the top of the inside of his wardrobe.

Because of the camera angle, his actions were clearly visible to viewers in the live stream.

【? ? ? 】

What is the streamer up to? Is he setting up a strategy?

[I have a feeling this is going to be something big... it's a bit creepy.]

"Brother Mo, have you gotten involved with something unclean?"

Chen Mo glanced at the comments, smiled, and remained silent.

There are some things he can't say!

Otherwise, even if the live stream is shut down, it's still a minor issue!