I inherited my family's funeral parlor that was about to close down. I thought my life would be cool, until one rainy night, an old water ghost lady came to my door and wanted to hold a funeral where no living people were allowed.
After sending her away, the money in my pocket turned into water-repellent beads that could breathe underwater.
Only then did I know that the broken notes left by my grandfather were true!
The headless officer asked me to find his head, and the reward was a coin that can kill evil spirits; the desperate mother and son sought justice, and I made the heartless man ruined at the charity dinner... The business of the Hall of Rebirth exploded overnight.
It's just that the clients are a bit special: zombies, hanged ghosts, hundred-year-old pornographic ghosts... They hold antiques with money and beg me for justice.
I held funerals for ghosts and ghosts, and they gave me exercises and treasures. I went from being a bankrupt young man to becoming the most popular funeral agent in both worlds.
The beautiful captain of the official Special Investigation Bureau came to the door with sharp eyes: "Who are you?"
I looked at the group of trembling thousand-year-old ghosts behind her, and helplessly spread my hands:
"You may not believe it, but I am really just a graveyard seller. But now, it seems that I also work part-time to maintain the balance of yin and yang?"
