It rained red for three days. When Chen Mancang, a cunning man on the funeral street, opened his eyes, there was a cloud of blood on the horizon.
Living corpses were everywhere, crawling strangely, and everyone was running for their lives.
He didn't panic - he was a funeral director and had seen off eight hundred people, and he was not afraid of the dead.
Twist your mouth: Rage + 5.
A cross of the knife: kill points + 11.
I picked up a butcher's knife left by my father and realized that three generations of my family have been "gatekeepers".
Nine doors, seven are closed, one is chiseled, and the last one is left——
In himself.
He had closed doors all his life, and the last door was closed to himself.
"When the coffin is closed, don't open it. The same goes for the door."
