My name is Xie Zhi, I am an undertaker, and I have long been used to separation between life and death.
At midnight when grandma passed away, in the backyard of the funeral home, a green train with no stop sign came quietly.
Before she died, she gave me a soul lamp and a candle, and left a warning: Don't trust the Messenger of the Era when boarding the train to the afterlife.
The train enters the gap between yin and yang, and every stop it stops is a mysterious station shrouded in sin.
There are many rules in the site, and invisible dangers lurk in the mist. If you violate it even slightly, you will stay here forever.
Holding two candles in my hands, I was trying to crack the deadly trap in the dungeon while searching everywhere for my grandma's scattered remnant soul.
But the further we got into the train, the more I realized something was wrong.
The Lord of the Era Candle, who is worshiped by millions of people in the world, is full of disobedience.
The old era buried by time, the erased past, a series of doubts are coming.
Who is really in charge?
Where on earth is this train to the afterlife taking me?
The whistle has sounded, get in the car, there is no turning back
