The Coffin Suppresses a Hundred Ghosts: Strange Tales from the Nameless Studio

My name is Shen Qingwu, and I inherited a coffin shop that was on the verge of going out of business. I thought this was all my life would amount to, until that day... I sold a locust-wood coffin. The next day, the whole family of the customer died horribly, and a paper figure dressed in burial clothes was lying inside the coffin. In its palm, it bore a message in blood: “You’re next.” That was when I learned that every one of my family’s three ancestral rules could cost a life: 1. Never sell an ordinary coffin to someone who died unjustly. Carve a demon-subduing spell into it, or the dead will return within seven days. 2. After midnight, only accept “nonhuman” customers. They must pay for a coffin with a memory, a lock of hair, or a promise. 3. Never open the seventh coffin. Inside is me, the person who should have died three years ago.