Strange Tales of the Northern Song

“Do you remember who you are?” “Of course. I'm the eldest daughter of the wealthy Chen family in Tanzhou Prefecture. Then I trusted the wrong person, my family fell on hard times, and I ended up in this state.” That's what the book says. I shouldn't arouse suspicion by saying that, right? Office worker Chen Yinuo was slacking off at work when she fell asleep and woke up inside a book, on her way to be sent off as a sacrificial bride! Was it because the heroine of this collection of strange historical tales had the same name as her? Never mind. When in Rome. Her master's degree focused on funeral services. She could write eulogies with a pen, pick locks and repair body cabinets with her hands, host funerals onstage, and do makeup and restoration behind the scenes. She could arrange flowers, meaning funeral wreaths, and make crafts, meaning paper offerings. She was even good at needlework, in the form of stitching up corpses. Paranormal activity? No problem. It was all a trick of the mind. There was always a scientific explanation. A little ghost got right in her face. Aaaah!!! If I don't recite the sacred invocation, they're going to climb on my head! That's too much! Chen Yinuo had barely begun: “With all my heart, I bow to...” When her husband, who was about to die, suddenly opened his eyes. “Instead of praying to the gods, why not pray to me?”