I was sealed in a coffin and buried alive. My enemies didn't know that there was a soul-locking nail hidden in every broken tendon. Seven days later, I crawled out of the coffin and became the owner of a funeral parlor, specializing in dealing with the dead - until that day, a word in blood appeared on the account book: "The river god is getting married, and the bride is the girl who cooked your noodles yesterday."
