I collect the dead among the living, and my power grows tenfold after they die. People think handling corpses brings bad luck, but they don't know this: the stronger you are when you die, the faster I grow.
The living wouldn't dare touch the dead man's belongings. Su Yan is the most lowly corpse collector in Mocheng, washing the dead, dressing them, and preparing them for burial. The City Lord's manor bullies him, the noble clans trample him, and even stray dogs bare their teeth at him. Until one day, while preparing a beggar's corpse for burial, his fingertips touched a hint of warmth. The dead man's cultivation flowed into his body. It turned out the most terrifying thing in this world wasn't the dead, but the one who handled their corpses. You can cultivate your arts for a hundred years, but it can't compare to me handling a single corpse. You flee death as if it were a viper, while I chase after the dead.
I walk the path through corpse collection, fueled by obsession. By preparing the dead for burial, I inherit their cultivation, memories, and unfinished wishes. The deeper their obsessions, the more fiercely I inherit them. "The dead can't speak, but I'll speak for them." But when he inherits too many obsessions, is he still himself?
