There is a breathing coffin board in the Xijiao Funeral Home called Ling Xiao.
The souls of the dead are peaceful and dignified under his sword, and the living people take a three-foot detour when they see him. He was nicknamed "Cold-faced Yama" and relied on his body of ice to resist the world.
Until Chen Yanyang dragged his bedroll and crashed into his morgue.
He had messy natural curls on his head and eyes as wet as a puppy caught in the rain. He chased after him like a piece of candy that couldn't be shaken off and asked, "Teacher Ling, how do you do this stitch?"
Ling Xiao's response was a rag stained with corpse liquid: "Shut up and get away."
The Cold-faced Mortician Queen Shou × The Innocent Obsessive Puppy Gong
The extreme workplace of a funeral home × the undercurrent of two-way redemption
Intention: A fiery frenzy of vitality rushing out on the glacier of death
