Chen Jiudu, eighteen years old, had just received his university admission notice and his life had just begun.
Until my grandfather died suddenly, in the first seven nights, the dead man in the coffin knocked on the coffin lid three times.
Only then did he realize that the Chen family had been burdened with "coffin debt" for generations - their ancestors carried a forbidden coffin for someone a hundred years ago, and owed a huge debt to the world. Each year of life of the descendants deducted one point of their yang life, and they could only survive by constantly crossing the ominous coffin.
Grandpa blocked the last coffin evil for him, and then lay down in the coffin he made.
From then on, Chen Jiudu became the last person to bury a coffin and cross the underworld.
He does not exorcise ghosts or catch demons, but only carries coffins, souls, and fates.
A lonely coffin on a rainy night, a coffin of a child who died in vain, a coffin with a broken rope on the way, an empty coffin without words, a coffin with red makeup and blood... Behind every coffin, there is a story of injustice, and they all point to the massacre that was buried a hundred years ago.
And every time he lifts a coffin, he is unlocking the seal from back then——
It is also awakening the ultimate evil.
Three iron rules of not carrying: Do not carry an empty coffin without words, do not carry a coffin with red makeup and blood, and do not carry a locked coffin that suppresses the dragon.
But the first order he received was an empty coffin with no words that had been there for a hundred years.
