I Carried the Coffin of a Pregnant Woman at the Beginning, and I Became a Father That Night

Others carry the coffin to make a living, but I carry the coffin to survive. According to ancestral rules and strange taboos, every coffin is a contest with the unknown. Until I carried the pregnant woman's coffin that I shouldn't have carried, the road under my feet was no longer loess, but a bottomless abyss. What secrets are hidden in dad's notes? What are those footsteps following me in the dark? In this industry, if you lift something up, you may not be able to let it go.