Chronicle of the Buried World

I use the Soul-Calming Gong to bury officials, and the Sin-Severing Shears to bury stars. Then the universe asks: Who will bury me?

"Do you know the three great taboos when laying out someone who died a violent death?"

First: Never point the corpse north, or you'll make the Netherworld open its eyes.

Second: Never uncover the Yin Talisman on the forehead, or a paper puppet will crawl into your ear and steal your lifespan.

Third... Never let a corpse-born child cling to your leg and call you Dad, because the Imperial Guard's arrows will pierce your throat the very next second.

Lin Ye, a modern funeral director, transmigrates into the most ill-fated occupation in ancient times: a coffin patrolman.

With a Soul-Calming Gong in his left hand and a Sin-Eating Crow on his right shoulder, he handles the vengeful corpses of those who died violently and breaks taboos stained with a thousand years of blood.

He thought he would spend his life scraping by in a mass grave, until...

A blood-red coffin hides a baby, and he digs out the county magistrate's "life-nourishing jade";

Paper figures steal the sun's energy, and he tears open the dynasty's ledger of human suffering;

A corpse gestates in the dragon vein, and he hears the hum of a starship arriving...

In this world, the living are thrown into wells to temporarily seal breaches into the Nine Hells, while the emperor carves the placenta from pregnant women to forge calamity soldiers.

The truth: a colossal eye in the universe devours stars, and Earth is the next sacrificial offering.

"A coffin patrolman doesn't collect bodies." Lin Ye strikes the cracked gong as a blood boat crashes toward the sea of stars.

"He's the executioner who buries officials, and the gravekeeper who buries stars!"