Funeral director Chen Jiujin made a mistake with his shovel, and when he opened the coffin, he saw the village chief who had been dead for three years open his eyes and smiled. That night, the whole village heard a whisper in the coffin in their dreams: 'It's time for you all to go in. ' The mute lady who was guarding the spirit, Zhou Manniang, tore open her clothes, revealing the soul stitches all over her body, and said coldly: 'What you buried is not a human being, but an introduction to return the sun. ' Under the ancient locust tree at the entrance of the village, the big-eyed paper figures opened their eyes one after another. When the copper bell of the seventh black coffin rang, Chen Jiujin discovered that his biological father's name had been engraved on the front page of the funeral ceremony as early as thirty years ago. He could see the afterimage of the deceased in his left eye, but he didn't know that he was the key to the funeral ceremony. A contest between the living and the underworld was about to begin.
