In Nanqiao Town, Lanling, Shandong Province, there is an Anji Funeral Parlor in Wangsu Terrace in the east of the town.
In the early years, it was the commune health center, and further back, it was the Guandi Temple to suppress the yin and yang rift.
I, Lu Shouyan, the 19th generation ferry guard of the Lu family, take over the vigil at this funeral parlor.
The seven rules in the museum are the iron law of the boundary between yin and yang: knocking on the door at midnight must be answered, and the souls of strangers and dead must first inquire about their purpose; only after the complete name, life and death are reported, can the door be opened and let through.
Every midnight visitor is a person forgotten by the world.
Lonely souls wandering without a home, obsessive people who can't let go of regrets, living people who pretend to be dead souls and hide secrets...
Police officer Gao Weiqiang, Lao Suntou, who has been silent for half his life, and Aunt Ma, who knows how to send souls, accompanied me to hold on.
The funeral owner covets the bones of the underground town, and the blood sacrifice seal that has been sealed for fifty years is about to expire.
The "Du Kou Lu" left by my grandfather is full of ways to transfer the souls of the dead, but it never records a way to survive.
Until I gradually understood that blood sacrifice was never the only solution.
The living people I have helped remember my name; the dead souls I have transformed have put down their lifelong obsessions.
The memories retained by people's hearts are far more able to calm the Yin and Yang Ferry than the bones.
There are always people in this world who are forgotten in a hurry, and I am willing to be the one who always remembers them.
