I Do Funerals in a Weird World

My name is Lin Ye, the seventh generation undertaker of the Lin family. I originally thought that my whole life would be putting makeup on the deceased and hosting funerals, until 2:07 in the morning that day—— My put-on body sat up and said to me: "Make-up artist, my powder has been thickened." Rules in words seeped out from the wall, and a mysterious text message was received on the phone: [Welcome to join the "Threshold Agreement"] Player number: LN20250327 Warm reminder: Living is the best strategy Only then did I realize that the world had changed a long time ago. Weirdness permeates reality, and rules are life and death. And my career has become the most deadly weapon. While others were escaping in the dungeon, I was putting makeup on the BOSS. While others are hiding from strange pursuits, I am asking the client: "Is the foundation color appropriate?" While others are deciphering the rules of death, I am revising the "Funeral Home Service Code." Until I opened the drawer that my grandfather had locked for twenty years and saw that photo: Behind the young grandfather, there were seven inhuman shadows standing. The words written in blood on the back read: "Ye'er, the men of the Lin family are not just mourners." "We are the night watchmen." "Keeping the line between life and death." Now, it's my turn. The pocket watch tattoo on my left wrist starts counting down. The next copy will be opened soon. [Career flow + weird rules + group portrait growth] The professional dignity of a funeral director is the biggest golden finger.