Su Wenqiao inherited a barren mountain cemetery. On the night he took office, the most valuable urn suddenly spoke: "Under this land, there are thirty-two unburned ghosts buried. The contract in your hand is a contract of sale of a living person."
His bandaged hands can touch the temperature of life and death - with a flick of his middle finger, the incense ash shaken from between the nails can illuminate the memory of the last ten seconds of the deceased's life.
Later, a mass grave was dug at the school construction site, ghost babies jumped out of the community elevator one after another late at night, and the whole Internet went viral about the graveyard DJ who flicked his fingers and burned incense. Su Wenqiao pushed aside the crowd and squatted at the mouth of the well where the yin was the thickest. He held a cigarette butt and glanced down: "Don't cry in a hurry. Ask the living people first - why are there so many of the corpses in this pit wearing wedding rings?"
