I was born to stand between life and death.
At seven years old, I heard the sound of a corpse for the first time
My neighbor Uncle Zhang's heart stopped in my ears, and his last words became a curse for my life.
At the age of twenty-six, I heard the wails of three souls inside a female corpse that had not decayed for a hundred years: an embroiderer who was sealed alive in a golden body, an evil monk who believed in "sacrifice one person to save ten thousand", and my father who had been missing for fifteen years.
I am Shen Ye, the last descendant of Ting Corpse Hall.
I want to sing this soul song to the living people.
