There is an old saying in Duyang: You can see where the dead lie; the difficult thing is where the living should stand.
Three years ago, Bai Shizhibin Lu Zhibai's master disappeared on the night of the winter solstice, leaving only an inaudible voice. On the same day three years later, a body suddenly pointed to an empty chair in the mourning hall, and Lu Zhibai's name was written on the mourning cloth.
Only then did he know that the unfinished funeral a hundred years ago was being reopened. Thirty-six places in the old city that lacked etiquette woke up one after another. The living were invited into the sheds, the dead sat in the wrong place, some people took away their names, and some people pushed the ride that they should have paid back to others.
These stranded guests cannot be killed or deceived. Lu Zhibai could only arrange the seats, check debts, correct names, and correct the wrong ceremonies one after another.
But every time a deceased person is sent away, the voice on the master's old mobile phone will be restored one more time; and President Bai Xing has promoted Wan Shoucheng, and seems to have been waiting for him to collect the nine gift seals.
The deceased will not leave until the etiquette is fulfilled. But in this century-old funeral, who will be sent to in the end?
