“Sew a corpse, but never stitch its eyes. Make a paper effigy, but never paint its pupils.”
Chen Shi makes his living on the shady side of things. He tends to the night-shift boilers at a crematorium, keeping close the Yin-Yang Secrets passed down by his great-grandfather.
Then, one night, a bus with no living passengers drives into the compound, carrying a “bride” in a bright red wedding dress to be cremated.
While everyone else trembles with fear, Chen Shi taps his dry tobacco pipe and smiles.
“Sure, I’ll burn her, but it’ll cost extra. Also, I’ve got my eye on that red wedding dress. I’ll take it as payment.”
When the uncanny game descends upon the world and everyone is bowing and begging for their lives in Western horror stories,
Chen Shi has already used his ancestors’ craft to bring his underground monopoly into the open.
“Everyone here looks like they’ve got a dark aura between their brows. A bloody disaster is surely coming. Why not buy a paper coffin I made? Special tonight, ten percent off.”
Very good