On the night Cheng Wangshu joined the funeral home as a pallbearer, he received 133 rules for death - don't turn your back to the refrigerator, don't look at the deceased's photo at all times, and hold your breath immediately when you hear a sigh. She happened to violate Rule 7. The deceased in the entire funeral home that night grinned, and all the rules began to catch up with her. As the only descendant of a corpse-carrying family, she has stitched up three thousand dead bodies. Her skillful hands can make the souls of the victims speak and the bones can complain. The other guardians were so frightened that they lost their wits, but she found out the deceased's wish list from the gaps in the rules - helping the dead bride to reorganize the ghost marriage, putting the body back together for the victim of the dismemberment case, and using loopholes in the rules to send the murderer back to the deceased one by one. The sound of the hearse's suona was getting closer and closer. Cheng Wangshu held the urn and stamped it: Don't worry, it's your turn. Where the rules collapsed, the dead began to line up to wait for her to change their sentences. Welcome to her funeral home, where... She has the final say.
