The Whole City of Ghosts Burns Incense for You, Yet You Claim You're Just a Cremator

On Chen Yang's first day reporting for work at a funeral home, he ran straight into the Ghost Festival.

At midnight, the last body he cremated happened to be Zhong Kui's chosen mortal incarnation.

It was all the work of fate.

The bond he formed with Zhong Kui let Chen Yang glimpse a more fascinating and thrilling side of this world.

"Master Maimaiti! Turn him over, or he'll burn!"

"Boss, add more cumin! No scallions, no cilantro!"

"Young master, do you offer half off the second one? I'd like to preorder one for my friend."

In response to the livestream viewers' teasing, Chen Yang swiped a finger across his phone camera.

And so, the viewers who had spoken disrespectfully suddenly saw a lot of extra "people" appear in the livestream.

As events took an increasingly strange turn, the competition organizers and many influential figures sought Chen Yang out.

"Even the ghosts burn incense for you, and you say you're just a cremator?"

Some parts of this story are based on the author's personal experiences.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.