Starting with a mottled box, all you earn is dead money. My name is Chen Qi, the last generation of Jingyin people in Guandong. There are three impurities in our profession: impure hundred-year-old corpse evil, impure blood relatives dying from evil, impure... Smiling-faced corpse. That year, a dripping corpse was found in the village. The village elder Zhang knelt down and begged me to take action. The pay is scary. I couldn't help it and took it. But when I took a look with my "spiritual eye", I found that the corpse was smiling at me! What's even more shocking is that in his cold palm, he is tightly holding a copper coin that my grandmother never left her body for day and night after she suffered from Alzheimer's disease! All the dogs in the town were silent overnight, and the white lanterns at the head of the village lit up with a green light. Only then did I realize that what I was cleaning was not a corpse, but a plot that had been laid out for a long time...
