Watching the body at the funeral home late at night, I violated the only taboo - covering the body with a quilt.
In an instant, all the corpses opened their eyes and sat up, and the entire museum area turned into a regular killing bureau. One wrong step, and the corpse will be transformed; one wrong word, and the soul will be sacrificed. Everyone thought I was dead.
Little did he know that I was born with a strange eye and could read the countdown to death and hidden rules in the eyes of corpses. When others were running away in fear as the corpses were being chased, I pointed at the most ferocious ghost in red: "In three minutes, you will be kicked back by the rules because you entered the morgue with your left foot."
The next second, the evil spirit exploded into blood mist in front of me. I wiped the blood from my fingertips and smiled as the remaining corpses began to line up to be counted.
