A Horse Fairy from the Northeast: I Collect Debts for the Dead

[Northeast Folklore + Chuma Xianjia + Unit Mysteries + Hall Group Portraits + Yin and Yang Law Enforcement] On the day I was born, hundreds of snakes crawled out from under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village. The midwife only looked at me once and then ran away overnight, leaving behind a message before leaving: "This kid doesn't eat food from the world, he opens his mouth for the dead." Ever since I was little, I have always seen dirty things. The hanged people cry out from the rafters, the drowned people lie on the shore looking for shoes, and the old lady who has been buried for decades will ask me every first and fifteenth day of the lunar month when her son will come home. In order to survive, I pretended to be deaf and mute for more than twenty years. Until the night when my grandfather was buried, a man who had been dead for seven days knocked on the door of my house and insisted on asking me to come and see his wife. From that day on, I inherited a dilapidated building. Other people's families have Hu, Huang, Chang, Python, and all their troops, but my family only has a lame gray fairy, a female ghost who makes trouble every day and reincarnates, and a yellow-skinned man who dares to pretend to be God after drinking too much. The dead bride combing her hair in front of the mirror, the coffin shop that has been short-lived for three generations, the fake master who uses live broadcasts of dead people to summon souls, the strange village that sends children into the mountains every year... As strange things came to my door one after another, I also found a black document with the seal of the underworld under my grandfather's coffin: If there is injustice in the human world and no one cares about it, this hall is allowed to act on behalf of the underworld. From now on, I will check the debts owed by living people. The dead man can't swallow his breath, I'll take it back. But I gradually discovered that my grandfather did not die at the end of his life, and my name was written into a book of life and death that should not exist long before I was born.