My Years Working in a Funeral Home

The life of fresh graduate Lu Heng took a fatal turn in midsummer - the internship dispatch order that was supposed to go to a tertiary hospital led him to Qingsongshan Funeral Home in a strange way. This eerie building wrapped in red cloth and bells hides the curse of seven female corpses that sank into the pond twenty years ago. When Wang Hao and Tang Xiaotang entered the forbidden area, the bloody costumes sealed in the locust wood box awakened, and the funeral parlor turned into a Shura field connecting Yin and Yang. The one-eyed doorman Mr. Zhou burned paper money mixed with locust bark late at night, and the peach wood comb of the embalmer Master Chen could calm the pupils of the corpse. As the underground pottery urns burst one after another, the ghosts of the relatives under the reservoir surfaced, and the trio was forced to be involved in the secret of sacrifice that spanned forty years. The corpses with their feet tied with red strings were banging on the freezer in the middle of the night. The faded fragments of Narcissus's costume were automatically sewn together, and the scratches on Lao Zhou's chest completely overlapped with the finger marks of Shen Tang's bride in the file photo... When the flood gate washed away the scarlet wedding dress, Lu Heng finally understood the reservoir drawing that his father clutched before his death - it turns out that all living people are sacrifices for this unfinished marriage. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.