Lin Yan majored in modern funerals and worked the night shift in a funeral parlor. He thought he would spend his life dealing with dead people and earning some hard money.
Until the night of the night shift, he purified an old man who died of a normal illness. He saw a red circlet wrapped around the wrist of the deceased that only he could see. It said: I owe a life, and it is due tonight.
Only then did he realize that if someone dies, the debt will not be settled. Debts of kindness, debts of life, debts of promises, debts of incense, debts that should be gone will settle into ghosts and demand compensation from the living. Wherever there are people, there are accounts. Wherever there are accounts, there are moneylenders who hide in the dark to extend loans and extend their lives, and secret government accountants who specialize in settling accounts for people.
While others were fighting for their lives, Lin Yan took out his account book: Don't worry, let's settle the accounts clearly.
Check accounts, reconcile accounts, establish accounts, and settle accounts, use rules to break rules, and use cause and effect to control cause and effect. Opening up the old accounts one after another, he saw the dead whose names had been erased, the people who were owed by an era, and the whole city was paying off a general account that no one recognized.
And he himself was burdened with an astonishing amount of old debt that even he himself didn't know about.
Everything is accounted for, except for people.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.