My name is Chen Yuan, a hanging coffin undertaker.
In order to survive, I had to dig up the coffin of my grandfather that I buried with my own hands.
Just because my body is covered with strange corpse spots, only the bronze mirror used to hold the corpse when my grandfather was buried can solve the problem.
But when I pried open the coffin, I found that the bronze mirror was nailed to my grandfather's heart, with the mirror facing inward.
What's even more terrifying is that my grandfather's body is not rotten, with a weird smile on his lips, as if he knew I would come.
And in my ears, his whisper before his death sounded: "Mirrors are not used to reflect people..."
