My name is Chen Jiushu.
Three days ago, I was diagnosed with a terminal illness. Then Fourth Master dragged me to a funeral home to keep watch overnight for some quick cash.
He said my fate was strong enough to hold the fort.
But he didn't tell me the iron door to the morgue would open on its own at midnight.
He also didn't tell me that the old diary my grandfather left behind could punish the guilty on Heaven's behalf, as long as I wrote down the dead person's grievance correctly.
Get it wrong? The backlash falls on me.
I thought this was just an ordinary, high-risk side job.
Until I saw my grandfather's name at the top of the roster of an evil organization…
Only then did I understand.
The ghosts in this world are all raised by the human heart.
