Grandpa said that corpses are more disciplined than living people, until I violated the "three no-touch" taboo and painted the eyebrows of a female corpse in red.
In the middle of the night, the freezer popped open on its own. She was sitting on the edge of the mortuary bed holding a mirror, with the corner of her mouth cracked to the base of her ears: "The painting is crooked." I lowered my head and found that there was an eyebrow pencil dripping with blood in my hand, and I in the mirror was wearing her wedding dress. The suona suddenly sounded over the morgue's broadcast, and the sound of fingernails scratching came from all the corpse cabinets at the same time.
The mechanical sound of the system exploded in my head: [Folk Customs Embalmer System Activated, Initial Skill: Tianguan Zombie Pattern].
Later, the forensic doctor begged me to sew up the broken corpse, and the top wealthy family held a blank check just to grab the yellowed notebook left by my grandfather. But they don't know - after midnight, all the "clients" sent away by me will fulfill their wishes in their dreams.
