When I worked overtime on the night of a sudden death, I dressed as a funeral parlor vigiler and was bound to a system of "getting rich while lying down" - keeping watch over the body all night would earn me 10,000 yuan. I thought this was a gift from heaven, until the seventh night, the female corpse I was guarding opened her eyes, added my WeChat account, and called me "husband".
Only then did the system reveal its true colors: it was not a funeral, but a ghost marriage. I have "married" seven dead people, men, women, and children. What's even weirder is that every spouse is related to me by blood.
The final prompt from the system was - my death in my previous life was not an accident. It was me who killed myself. The memory fragments of the seven ghosts piece together a terrible truth: I am being hunted by "me", and the only person who can save me is the previous host, the old man guarding the door of the funeral parlor...
