[Strange stories about rules + live broadcast of funerals + folk taboos + invincible cool articles]
When my grandfather passed away, as the 108th generation funeral heir of the Lin family, I presided over the "no taboos" funeral for him according to my ancestors' instructions.
After I was encased, a countdown appeared in my eyes: [In 15 days, you will be killed by grandpa]
Immediately afterwards, a series of strange funeral rules continued to emerge:
[Do not turn your back to the mourning hall during childbirth]
Don't touch the eyes on paper figures
[When you hear someone calling you from behind, you must not answer the third call]
What's even weirder is that the whole world has begun to experience supernatural resurgence, and every time I am buried, I will be forcibly put into the "Underworld Live Broadcast Room".
The viewers are the ten palaces of Yama and millions of Yin soldiers, and the rewards are Ming coins to buy life and the ten years of life of the fierce ghost.
While others were struggling to survive in terror, I discovered that the shabby manual left behind by my grandfather recorded the methods for breaking all taboos.
"Dot the paper man's eyes? That's to let him return the sun for you."
"The third answer? Just in time to trick the life-seeking ghost into the coffin and nail him to death."
Seeing the wildly refreshing rewards in the live broadcast room and the ever-changing countdown to death in my eyes, I picked up the gong and prepared to wake up the next "guest".
Grandpa, I'm here to find you.
