Funeral Parlor Undertaker, Part-Time Handles Complaints from the Underworld

Zhuge Fan is the only descendant of the 67th generation of the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain. But he thinks that he is just a small undertaker in a funeral home, with a monthly salary of 3,200, living in a basement, eating instant noodles, and being a monthly member of shared bicycles. He was eating instant noodles when the old master slapped his life-long skills into his forehead. The reason for running away and going down the mountain is very simple: I don't want to attend meetings, I don't want to take responsibility, and there is no social security in the underworld. During the day, he put makeup on the body, repaired the bruised face, applied bean paste-colored lipstick, and comforted the family members who cried until they could not stand. When he returned to the basement at night, what was waiting for him was a stack of yellow complaints from the underworld. Ghosts lined up from the cracks in the wall, waiting for him to deal with them quietly, like going to a bank to do business. Someone was singing "Sweet Honey" in the morgue, there were indelible fingerprints on the mirror in the dressing room, and thirty years of white smoke was rising from the unnamed grave in the back hill. He saved his life, sealed the wall, and helped a veteran who had been dead for eighty years find his name. But his colleagues didn't know, and his boss didn't know. Only the new security guard had seen the queue. The mirror hides the secret of a female employee who disappeared thirty years ago. There is an oil lamp deep in the air-raid shelter that has been guarded for thirty years, and the man in the Chinese tunic suit was once the judge of the underworld. Everyone thinks he is a "missing peerless master", and he himself thinks he is just an "ordinary worker". The more sinister the weirdness, the calmer he becomes, because in his eyes, no matter how sinister the ghost is, it is just a "customer complaint". People from all three circles begged him to go to work, and he said, "Don't delay me from doing makeup for clients." His monthly salary is three thousand two thousand, but things in the Three Realms cannot be done without him.