Notes from a Funeral Home: Rely on Ancestral Secrets to Save Your Life

Chen Mo just wanted to live, even if it meant living among the dead. A temporary night shift job at Yong'an Funeral Home was the only choice for him, a poor, timid and low-income young man. The bone-chilling morgue, the lingering disinfectant and corpse odor, and the smell of death that could never be wiped away were his nightmares day after day. He comforted himself that those strange noises in the middle of the night - the unexpected sound of water dripping, the scratching of nails in the freezer, the flash of a wet figure in the mirror - were all just delusions of his "physical weakness" and "neurasthenia". Until the midnight when the rainstorm was approaching. The electronic lock of the 304 freezer failed strangely. The thick metal door slowly opened a gap, and a blue-gray, dirt-covered hand suddenly grabbed the door frame! Behind him, the wet female figure in the mirror with dark purple marks on her neck was approaching with heavy, sticky footsteps! In the extreme fear of dying, Chen Mo was forced out of his bones. He bit his finger and drew a scrawled ghostly symbol on the ground in the corner of the broken ancestral book "Chen Family Anzhai Collection" with blood. There was a flash of blood, the freezer door slammed shut, and the footsteps behind him stopped abruptly. Before the joy of surviving the disaster could arise, a mysterious woman with silver hair like frost and red eyes like blood appeared in the morgue like a ghost. She saw through Chen Mo's "little trick" at a glance, and her cold warning was like a judgment: "Painting talismans with mortal blood will attract evil spirits into the body. Do you think you will live longer?" "The blood talisman will bite you back, and you will suffer its consequences within three days."