My name is Shen Coffin.
Coffin of coffins.
When my grandfather gave me this name, he said that people who deal with dead people have a hard life.
I believed it for twenty-seven years—until the day my grandfather died, leaving me a moving coffin and a notebook written for three generations.
There is only one sentence written on the first page of the note: "The son of the Shen family has returned to his soul."
I thought they were last words.
Later I found out that it was a reminder of death.
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The Tomb of the Gu King in Western Hunan has not been opened for thousands of years.
Grandpa went in and came out.
My dad went in but never came out.
Now it's my turn.
The king of all poisons is kept in the coffin, with a soul-returning curse planted on his body. Behind him are a group of tomb robbers with malicious intentions, and there is a poison array under his feet that can make people's souls leave the body——
I just want to be a coffin maker quietly.
But the dead will not lie to you, the living will.
