Mr. Zombie

Autumn, the twelfth year of the Republic of China. On the outskirts of Renjia Town in Lingnan, Yizhuang. The autumn wind swept the dead leaves across the mottled threshold, bringing with it a desolate chill. The sky was getting dark, and the setting sun was like blood, dyeing the dilapidated eaves with an ominous blush. Lin Jiu was wearing a blue cloth gown that had been washed white, holding a dim oil lamp in her hand, and was carefully inspecting several coffins parked in the Yi Zhuang. His steps were very light, for fear of disturbing these temporarily resting souls - or in other words, bodies. "Ajiu, it's three o'clock in the morning, it's time to light incense." An old voice came from the back room...