Fragrance After Death

The night in the Lin family ancestral hall is supported by a stick of incense. The sweet and decadent smell of smoke is a curse that night watchmen must swallow for generations, and it is also the only shackles that suppress sleeping things. The genealogy is dark red, not vermilion, but the silent screams of hundreds of years of blood debt and countless resentful spirits. The rebellious Lin Ci knocked over the incense burner and laughed at the ignorance of his ancestors' instructions. But at the moment when the ashes were cold, I witnessed all the resting dead sitting up at the same time, and issued an invitation with empty eyes: "If you don't want to keep vigil, then let us stay up with you instead." When the cold and stiff hands grasped his wrist, the pitiful howls of millions of resentful souls were instantly poured into the bone marrow - it was not only the echo of the curse, but also the tip of the iceberg of the family's truth. The ancient contract has been torn apart, and "they" who are collecting debts are following the signs step by step. Lin Ci is forced to embark on the road of survival. Only by deciphering the secret behind the blood ink of the family tree can he find a chance of survival. But the truth is often scarier than the curse. What kind of sins did our ancestors owe? To whom does the incense that must be burned be offered? And is he the next night watchman, or... A sacrifice? The fragrance behind you has not yet cooled, but the debt in front of you has arrived.