On the day when my grandfather was burned to ashes, the old funeral director pinched my neck and said: Don't open your eyes after the clock strikes midnight.
I was forced to become the ninth night watchman, and I encountered a taboo on the first night - I could see the last ten seconds of a dead body with my left eye! The corpse cried and begged me not to open the coffin. As a result, the next day, all the mirrors in the funeral home were broken, and the broken glass spelled out a line of bloody words: Yunqi, the ninth corpse is your own.
What's even weirder is that every time I sew an unknown corpse back to its original shape, a video of the deceased's death appears on my phone, and the murderer's back is always the same in the video. Until that day, the underground freezer of the funeral home suddenly lit up - three thousand ownerless corpses opened their eyes at the same time, and the old director was lying upside down, crawling towards me step by step.
