Start with the Corpse Stitcher

The rules passed down from our ancestors are not for keeping, but for protecting our lives. " On the day when the undertaker Chen Sheng returned to the village, the whole village was holding a strange "happy funeral". White lanterns hang upside down, and red mourning clothes fit close to the body. The grandfather who has been missing for ten years is sitting in the coffin, holding a piece of human skin paper tightly in his hand: "Sew up my face, otherwise you won't survive the Ghost Festival. " Take the yin path, sew corpse skins, fish out river souls, and suppress taboos. If you don't touch the eyes when you tie the paper, you will lose your life if you touch the eyes; There is no turning back when sailing. There is no way back. Chen Sheng holds a rusty bronze needle and walks in the gap between Yin and Yang. He thought he was saving people, But until the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine corpses were sewn, He suddenly looked up and found that the face in the mirror looked more and more like the one in the coffin... "Shh, don't look back, he's right behind you. "