During a funeral in Chaoshan, if you make a mistake in the rules, someone will die.
My name is He Jiu, 28 years old, my master. It's a job of doing free things for the dead and guiding them to salvation, and they eat the food of the dead.
Carrying the coffin, raising the flags, sealing the soil, and burning the paper are all done according to the rules, and you can't go wrong in any of them. As soon as I entered the industry, I could see those words, one by one floating next to the dead, and I was the only one in the room who saw them.
Do this and your soul will be at peace.
But I later discovered that someone had adulterated the rules. The fake ones look exactly the same as the real ones.
I only have in my hand a "Guidance Book" left by my grandfather, and the one written on it is the one that has not been touched. I matched them one by one, one after another, and picked out the fake ones.
If you pick the wrong one, the person who lies down will be a living person.
When I was seven years old, I was supposed to die on the underworld's list. It was my grandfather who changed the rules once and replaced me.
The list is about to be recalculated.
I lead the way to the dead, and I have to lead a way to live for myself.
