At Sixteen, I Became a Corpse Driver in Xiangxi

With the red moon overhead, I trembled as I rang the copper bell in my hand. Before my eyes, the cold corpse of a three-year-old boy sat up at the sound. Grandma said this was the fate of the Su family's Bell Keeper. From then on, my daily life was no longer about textbooks and homework, but about walking alongside the dead and listening to their final whispers. A straightforward veteran, a medical student obsessed with dissection, and a mysterious black cat that could sniff out yin energy became my peculiar teammates. We helped those who died unjustly find their way home, while tearing through lies and hypocrisy to expose one horrifying truth after another. But in the darkness, the tendrils of the Afterlife Society were quietly spreading. They treated death as a collection and revered despair as art. On this corpse-driving road, what was tested was not only courage, but human nature.