I Was Afraid of Ghosts, but They Forced Me to Become a Funeral Master

My name is Chen Fusheng. I’ve been a coward since birth and am terrified of ghosts. I even need a coworker to accompany me to the restroom at night.

My life plan was originally simple: work on an assembly line at an electronics factory, pay into social security, and retire in peace.

But fate had other plans. My grandfather suddenly collapsed while performing a ritual for someone and ended up in the ICU. The hundreds of thousands in medical bills loomed over me like a mountain.

The whole village knew I was scared to death of ghosts, yet they forced me into the mourning hall and made me take over the unfinished ritual.

My legs were shaking with fear, so I could only clutch my grandfather’s old books and cram at the last minute. I drew the talismans crooked, forgot the incantations, and nearly made the corpse so angry it sat up and kicked open the coffin lid.

Who would have thought I’d somehow managed to pull it off?

From that day on, one funeral assignment followed another, and vengeful ghosts kept coming after me.

And so I, a coward who couldn’t even go to the restroom alone, was forced onto the path of a funeral ritualist.

I really don’t want to catch ghosts, keep vigil, or deal with the dead every day!

But damn, this line of work pays so well! I love it!