Gift After Death

My name is Chen Mosheng, and I have been working as a makeup artist in a funeral home for five years. That day, I was repairing the remains of an old man who had a car accident, and his black jade ring slipped into my palm. From then on, I had something in my mind called the "gift system in the afterlife." The system says: The stronger the deceased's obsession, the greater the gift. The first gift Mr. Shen gave me was his entire inheritance and his last words: "Don't let my second son touch the ring." The next day, the second son of the Shen family offered 500,000 yuan to buy the ring on my hand. On the third day, he sent three bodyguards to "invite" me to tea. On the fourth day, I walked into the lobby of Shen's Building with Mr. Shen's recording pen and a pair of scissors stained with poison residue. The Shen family thought I was here to die. They didn't know that the ring on my hand contained a map of secret passages in an ancient underground city; they didn't even know that the last three words Mr. Shen heard before he died were the name of a man named "Lao Zhong." And that old clock is now standing at the end of the secret passage, waiting for me. ——What the deceased gives is not inheritance, but the truth; and I am the gatekeeper of this generation of the Shen family. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.