Folklore: My Years as an Undertaker

My name is Song An. I was struck by a car accident and gave up my career as a truck driver to become an embalmer. It is specially designed to give people who died unnaturally, unnecessarily, and did not end well, to rest in peace, to make money, to change their way of living, and to be filled with yang energy, so that the deceased can rest in peace. During an urgent call late at night, a girl from Laoliu Village hanged herself. Seven people were hanged to death from the same roof beam. It was a sinister person who had been riddled with resentment for centuries. The family demands: he will be buried overnight without seeing the light of day, he will be paid three times the amount, and he will never regret it. The moment I stepped into the haunted house, I was haunted by evil spirits. The body opened its eyes, the shroud unbuttoned itself, the bloody beam shed tears, and the ghost possessed me. There is something in the master's handwriting: When a murderer is buried, his corpse will be transformed, and the whole family will be robbed, and no one will be spared. Others respect ghosts and gods and stay away from evil spirits, but I want to enter a haunted house, caress corpses, calm ghosts, and resolve grievances. In this industry, you eat food from the underworld and earn money by working hard. Once you join this industry, you will not be able to escape for the rest of your life. You can send away the souls of the dead, but you cannot save yourself...