When I Was Sixteen Years Old, I Became a Corpse Hunter in Western Hunan

The red moon was in the sky, and I trembled and rang the copper bell in my hand. In front of him, the cold corpse of a three-year-old boy sat up in response. Grandma said that this was the fate of the Su family's "Ling people". From then on, my daily life was no longer about textbooks and exercises, but about walking with corpses and listening to their last whispers. An upright veteran, a medical student obsessed with anatomy, and a mysterious cat who can smell Yin Qi became my weird teammates. We send the dead back home, tear apart the lies and hypocrisy, and reveal shocking truths. But in the darkness, the tentacles of the "Society of the Past" spread quietly. They regarded death as a collection and desperation as art. This road to drive away corpses is not only a competition of courage, but also of people's hearts.