In My Years as a Corpse Driver, Ghosts Weren't What I Feared Most

My name is Chen San. My master is Old Liu, the famous corpse driver from Chenzhou Prefecture.

It was just a trade, until a splendid carriage stopped outside our run-down courtyard. After that, everything changed.

When the corpse with talismans plastered over its eyes gave me a sinister smile in the dead of night, my hair stood on end!

It was bound tight as a dumpling, yet it could move its fingers, making a scraping sound like “shhk, shhk”!

I suddenly realized this was no simple case of revenge through dark magic!

“Master, you knew about the ‘corpse-controlling nail’ all along, didn’t you?”

“You didn’t bring me here just for the money. What exactly is your relationship with that blind old woman?”

My master fell silent. He blew smoke rings, his expression unreadable.

I understood then: this job wasn’t about the corpse of Young Master Wang. It was about my master’s life! And I was his last pawn, and possibly... the next sacrifice!