At the Corpse Inn, a Hundred Mouths Chew on Karmic Debts

A hundred families fed me, and the corpses of a hundred families sent me on my way.

I grew up eating at funeral feasts, and became the youngest corpse-carrier in the whole region.

One night, a headless bride arrived at the funeral home. By the old rules, a living person had to carry the yin corpse.

I gritted my teeth and hoisted her onto my back, when suddenly a giggle came from beneath her wedding dress:

“Young sir, you stole my offerings when you were three, knocked over my eternal lamp when you were seven, and when you were twelve...”

She recited twenty years of my foolish misdeeds as if reading from a list. Then her icy fingers suddenly clamped around my throat.

“The debt you owe a hundred families must be repaid with a hundred corpses...”