At three o'clock in the morning, there was a knock on the door of the funeral parlor.
Outside the door stands a corpse with a wet front and ancient money embedded in its forehead. My name is Chen Zhengyang, the new body collector. My boss Zhao Zhenting used a black dog blood rope to "invite" it into the ground - there are already seventeen such sarcophagi locked there.
He said, what we guard is not the corpse, but the door between yin and yang.
The murderous corpses in the coffins are all waiting for the same moment. When the moonlight on July 15th illuminates the withered locust tree in the backyard of the funeral home, hundreds of corpses walk at night, and if the door knocks again——
Who will guard the last boundary in the world?
