My Corpse-Driving Chronicles

My name is Chen Shisan. I learned corpse-driving from my grandfather when I was little. In the mysterious land of western Hunan, corpse-driving has always been a mysterious art that outsiders regard with awe and curiosity. My grandfather was a master of the trade. He was tall, with a stern face and a gaze full of profound mystery. His hands were rough and strong, marked by years of handling corpses.

Night blanketed the rugged mountain road. The surrounding trees rustled in the night wind, as if countless eyes were watching from the darkness. Clad in a black robe and wearing a bamboo hat, my grandfather gripped the corpse-guiding bell. As he walked with slow, steady steps, it rang out with a crisp, chilling sound: “The sky is vast, the earth is boundless, the road home is long for wandering souls. Raise the corpse-guiding talisman in your hand, and swiftly follow me, spirits of the dead.” ... ...