With only 187 yuan left on my bank card, I worked as a night shift corpse bearer in a funeral parlor.
Uncle Zhang gave me nine rules:
Don't call the deceased's name, don't stare at their face, don't pick up things in the library...
The last one - don't touch the body covered with red cloth at the end of the morgue.
That night, I dreamed of my grandfather who had been dead for three years.
He was completely black except for his eyes:
"Don't go, it's not time yet."
When I woke up, the peach wood beads on my neck were so hot that they could fry a hard-boiled egg.
Later I found out——
The Yin veins under the funeral home were sealed by my grandfather thirty years ago.
And the female corpse under the red cloth was waiting for me to uncover it.
This is not a ghost story, this is my life-threatening vigil every day.
