Shadows of the Night City: The Blood Curse Repeats

When Chen Jiannan got the call, rain was pouring outside his window as if the heavens were dumping out a basin of dirty wash water. The words “Uncle Long” on his phone screen blurred beneath the raindrops, looking especially sinister.

“The funeral home? Now?” He wiped the rain from his face. The smell of blood from last night’s fight still lingered between his fingers. The person on the other end stammered, saying only that the body was “in a rather unusual position” and the family needed to deal with it urgently.

Staring at his bruised, purple mouth in the mirror, he suddenly laughed. “I was his adopted son for ten years, and now I have to be his mortician too?”