If you are born in a yin year and a yin month in a yin time, you will be born with the fate of ghosts. On the night I was born, hundreds of ghosts surrounded the village, but my grandfather smiled and said that I was destined to be a genius who eats yin and yang.
Unexpectedly, the night I inherited the funeral home at the age of eighteen, my grandfather was hanged in the morgue - and I was the first to discover the body. What's even weirder is that there are only six words on the note in his hand: "Qingbo, don't open your eyes."
From then on, I inherited the identity of the night watchman, and also inherited a terrible curse: at midnight every night, I had to sew seven stitches alone on an unknown corpse. One stitch less would cost me my life; one more stitch would cost me my soul. Everyone was waiting to see if I wouldn't survive the first seven days, but they didn't know that the first ancient corpse I stitched up had already opened its eyes in the coffin.
Not only did I watch the coffin, bury the soul, move the coffin, and light the seven-star lantern, but I also let the ghosts guide me and let the thousand-year-old ghosts speak for me. When the S-class monster crawled out of the ground and everyone was running for their lives in despair, I squatted down and patted its face gently: "Be good, lie back down."
The door of the funeral home is always open. Do you dare to stay overnight?
