The Years I Spent Vigil at the Funeral Home

My name is Wang Xiang, and I am a day-to-day worker who has not finished his meal. Three years ago, I met an old man named Uncle Zhong. Because of our similar interests, we soon became friends. On his recommendation, I found a job as a "gatekeeper" in a funeral home. However, after signing the contract, I discovered that the "customers" I had to face were souls who died unjustly, and what I had to do was not a simple funeral home job. From that day on, my world view completely changed. And that girl with silver hair and purple eyes, Lili, wearing a school uniform, my immediate boss—is actually a messenger from the past who has lived for 2,234 years and walks on the boundary of yin and yang. What's even more outrageous is that my first official assignment in this job was to disguise myself as an 18-year-old high school student and accompany my "boss" who was over 2,000 years old to school. During the day, I transformed into a busy transfer student in Class 7, Grade 3, Minghua Middle School, scratching my head at the derivative function, clumsily trying to survive on the campus of my youth. At night, I transform into an intern guardian of the Pavilion of the Past, learning to appease my obsessions and purify my grievances.