My name is Lu Guizhou, a mourner at the funeral parlor, and I have eight words from my ancestors - eat the dead and carry the coffin. Everyone thinks this business is unlucky, but it is a rule passed down by my grandfather, father and mother at the risk of their lives. It wasn't until the strange stories about the rules came, and a city was filled with hundreds of ghosts at night, and the whole people launched a live broadcast of sacrifices, that the entire network discovered that there was only one person in the city who was not afraid of ghosts. It's me, the unlucky guy who collects corpses and shows the way to the dead all day long. When others run for their lives, I hold funerals; when others pray to God, I light lamps. A soul-inducing lamp, a team of paper men and horses, and a sound of the suona - I will send those who should go on the road; leave no one behind who should return to the sun. [Lu family rules: Someone must take care of the dead.
