I am an undertaker.
Three years ago, my sister died in the S-class ghost story "Midnight Classroom". 32 People were killed and no one solved it.
Three years later, I saw her reflection in the hallway of the same school.
In order to save enough virtue to resurrect her, I put makeup on dead people during the day and went to ghost stories to play with my life at night.
My colleagues think I'm crazy, and the devils think I'm even crazier than them.
I used sutures to tie the tongues of hanged ghosts, and used an incinerator to burn the resentful souls of hundreds of years.
Each time one is processed, the system will jump a line: [Yin De+XXX]
There is still a hundred thousand yin virtues left before resurrecting my sister.
Not far away.
But when I finally opened the door, the sister inside looked at me and said softly:
"Brother, please don't resurrect me."
"I have died for you for three years, can you... Live for yourself once?"
My hand holding the suture needle shook for the first time.
——This is a story about "guarding".
——It is also a story about "letting go".
——But the most important thing is the story about how a funeral parlor worker turned the world of ghost stories into 996.
