My Funeral Parlor Owner Is in a Weird Apocalypse

I inherited a funeral parlor, but unexpectedly discovered that the world was being eroded by a strange resurrection. The old fortune teller next door died tragically, leaving a bloody note before his death: "Don't trust people who wear red shoes." Late at night, a girl wearing red embroidered shoes knocked on my store door and handed over a blood-stained ghost coin. When the special department came to my door, I realized that every funeral object I sold actually had the power to suppress weirdness. And I myself am no longer alive...