Lin Mo is dead.
Then he lived again, living as an apprentice at Yizhuang in the Republic of China.
He thought that his life was just about wiping dead people's faces and nailing coffin lids.
Until the nails of the first corpse grew longer under his eyes.
Uncle Jiu said it was a corpse transformation, and the glutinous rice yellow talisman sealed the coffin.
But that night, the sound of nails scratching wood came from the coffin.
A copper coin fell out of the crack, engraved with four words: He who opens the coffin will die.
Lin Mo stared at the copper coin and felt a chill running down his back.
Before he traveled through time, the last nameless corpse delivered by the funeral parlor had an identical one in its mouth.
