Shen Yunzhi is the youngest mortuary cosmetologist at Jiangcheng Funeral Home. She has prepared two thousand bodies and never once made a mistake. Until one late night, when the police brought in a male corpse with a disfigured face. On the ring finger of his left hand was the plain band she had bought with her own money. She spent four hours stitching him up, laid him out for burial with her own hands, and sent him into the cremator herself. Three months later, she was shoved into a red-lacquered coffin and bound to another cold corpse. Amid the sound of suona horns, the corpse breathed cold air against her ear. “Yunzhi, you’ve finally come to marry me.” It was Lu Zezhou’s voice. Her dead boyfriend had returned. But when she tried to uncover the truth, she discovered a mole below his left ear and a scar across his palm. He had the same face as the man she remembered, but he wasn’t the same person. The funeral home basement held files on twenty female corpses dressed in red wedding gowns, and her photo was pinned to number twenty-one. In the third underground level of the Lu family ancestral hall, six black coffins stood in a row. Each held a man identical to Lu Zezhou. Her name was the last on the Red Rakshasa’s sacrifice list. The appointed hour had come.
Chinese ghost wedding × clone impostor × funeral home mysteries × identity reversal
“Don’t lift the veil, don’t listen to the suona, and don’t trust the person beside you in bed.”
