My name is Chen Jiushu.
He was diagnosed with a terminal illness three days ago, and was even dragged by his fourth master to stay vigil at the funeral home to earn urgent money.
He said that my destiny is strong enough and I can win the battle.
But he didn't tell me that the iron door of the morgue would open by itself at midnight.
He also didn't tell me that in the old diary my grandfather left behind, as long as he wrote the right grievances about the dead person, he could settle the debt for God.
Wrong writing? It's me who gets the backlash.
I thought it was just a regular high-risk part-time job.
Until I saw my grandfather's name on the front page of an evil organization's roster...
Only then did I understand.
The ghosts in this world are actually raised by the human heart.
