Chen Yao felt that his life was unlucky enough. He was twenty-three years old, an orphan, and only had thirty-eight six yuan in his pocket. His only specialty was his courage. So he applied for the only job in the city that offered a salary of 12,000 yuan for food and accommodation: a night shift undertaker in a funeral home. On his first day at work, his roommate told him three rules: don't sing in the middle of the night, don't cut off the incense, and don't fix it yourself if the light in the morgue goes out. That night, the lights in the morgue went out. On the surveillance screen, a corpse that should have been lying in the freezer walked to the center of the room, faced the camera, and smiled. My roommate said it was an accident. The note in the drawer said: Don't believe him. In the pocket of the dead body, there was a note with Chen Yao's name written on it.
From that day on, Chen Yao found that he could see things he shouldn't have seen - the last seven seconds of the deceased's life, the fox fairy in human skin, and the centuries-old ghosts hiding in the shadows of the city. Also, everything in the world is bound to end. South Mao and North Horse, two major Taoist forces, one pays attention to the ancestral rules, and the other pays attention to the Immortal Family Contract. Chen Yao doesn't take sides. He only believes in his own eyes and bank card balance. "Other people rely on cultivation to drive away ghosts, but I rely on arithmetic to drive away ghosts. Can ghosts fight against walls? What is the spread area of your wall? I will use stones to set up a Möbius strip for you. You come out and count me as the loser." When the Chen family from Bei Malongjiang came to find him, Chen Yao was eating steamed buns in the duty room of the funeral parlor. The other party said, hand over the "Book of the Dead" and I will spare your life. Chen Yao swallowed the steamed bun and pointed to his eyes: "The Sutra of the Dead, right? Let me see where your death line is first - oh, you can live for three days. After three days, remember to return the steamed bun."
