Jiang Nanshu, an only child in Qingguan, went down to the mountains to make a living after passing the college entrance examination. She was penniless and found that the funeral parlor was recruiting night watchmen for eight hundred and one nights. The only requirement was that the horoscopes were strong enough. Jiang Nanshu raised her hands and recommended herself, me, me, me! Even if the body pretends to be dead and runs away in the middle of the night, Jiang Nanshu said she can hold it down and carry it back! A week later. Jiang Nanshu became the close sister of many deceased souls in the funeral home. Half a month later. She managed to sneak into the cemetery next door, and she and the little cuties who were buried there sat in rows on stools and ate melon every night.
