My name is Zhang Yuan, and I was originally a stupid young man hanging around in the Northeastern countryside. Until that day at the mahjong table, I uttered the words "open a casual shop", and that night, I was blocked by the living corpse of Mrs. Wang on the village road begging for a shroud. If the paper chain that fell from the sky hadn't strangled her neck, I might have had to report to the Lord of Hell.
Uncle Liu, the village guard, said that my bad mouth opened my vagina, so I had to set up a sex stall in the old temple at the entrance of the village to save my life. Who would have thought that as soon as the coffin board was wiped clean, a wet water ghost would come to buy paper for fishing boats in the middle of the night, and a hanged man would stand on tiptoe to change the collar of his shroud.
From being pinched by ghosts as a soft persimmon to fulfilling their long-cherished wishes, I am used to seeing injustices in life and death in this ruined temple at the intersection of yin and yang. It wasn't until I snatched Mrs. Wang's head back from the Tutu Temple that day that I discovered that her wrinkled dead face actually looked like my sister-in-law who had been missing for twenty years...
