He was the least noticeable mortician at the funeral home, called an ill omen and a lowlife, someone who would never be accepted into a wealthy family.
The night his fiancée broke off their engagement, he was publicly trampled into the mud. Blood splashed onto his family’s peachwood comb, and in that instant, he saw a line of text hovering over everyone’s head: “Lifespan.”
Those whose lives were nearly over were surrounded by resentment, while those at death’s door were followed by ghosts. Then he opened a Book of Life and Death that did not belong to the world of the living. From then on, the downfall of wealthy families and the sudden deaths of villains were all traced back to this mortician.
“When no one was there to see you off in life, I’ll light a lamp for you after death.”
But with every page he turned, his own name grew a little fainter in the book.
