The Journey Between Yin and Yang Is Long, I Travel in Small Steps and Control the Order of Heaven and Earth

There was always paper money and dust floating in the alley at three o'clock in the middle of the night. Zhang Jiuling clutched the yellowed note left by his grandfather and saw a shadow that did not belong to him in the mirror for the third time. He was a night shift security guard at a funeral home, until one day when the body was being collected, the deceased suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed his wrist, spitting out half a bloody copper coin: "The Yin and Yang eyes are open, you have to eat this bowl of rice even if you don't want to." From then on, strange things started to happen to him: the corpses in the morgue always changed positions at midnight, the woman in red at the intersection always asked him to borrow a fire, and even the black cat in the community could draw a reminder on the ground with its claws. The cinnabar curse in the handbook can calm the walking corpses, but it cannot calm the ghosts in people's hearts. When he discovered that the cause of his grandfather's death was hidden behind thirty years of yin debt, and when everyone around him was caught between yin and yang, Zhang Jiuling understood that the so-called Mr. Yin and Yang were just poor people who sought justice for the dead souls in the world of the world and left a way for the living in the underworld. What he didn't know was that he had already become the most critical pawn in the game that spanned two realms. Fortunately, he met the undead recorder one by one...