My name is Chen Mo, and I have been eating the dead for three generations. In the countryside, our profession is not called Taoist priests, but "sir". When people pass away, there are always those who cannot breathe their last breath. Some are because of unfilial children and grandchildren, some are because of unjust grievances, and some are because of a bad fate that cannot be forgiven.
I followed my master all over the world, and I saw old bones dug up when the smoke was coming out of the graves, and I also saw secrets from hundreds of years ago hidden in the relics of the deceased. As the old saying goes, the human heart is scarier than ghosts. The things I told you are all real people. Not for the faint of heart, but please believe that the reincarnation of cause and effect in my writing is far more real than you think.
