When I Entered the City in Despair, I Relied on Guarding the Tomb to Reach the Underworld.

Lin Wang, a poor boy from the country who has no choice but to work in the city, encounters obstacles at every turn. I was laid off from the factory, couldn't run the takeout business, couldn't afford the rent, and had to eat instant noodles for three days in a row. In the end, in order to guarantee food and accommodation, he bit the bullet and applied for a job as a night shift grave sweeper in a suburban cemetery. If others think it is unlucky, he has no right to think so. Until one rainy night, when he was cleaning an unknown solitary grave, a dark wind filled his eyes, and he accidentally opened his eyes. From then on, he saw the names on the tombstones changing, saw the last scenes of the deceased, and saw the murders and injustices that had been covered up. When others visit graves, they are fulfilling their filial piety for the living. He sweeps graves to seek justice for the dead. There are debts in the world and accounts in the underworld. He uses the ancestral gossip as a pen and the yin and yang eyes as a lamp, wandering on the edge of life and death, one by one, settling the debts that have been tampered with by the living. Later, the living people called him Mr. Lin, and the dead called him the debt collector. Even Yin Chao would hand him a cigarette when he saw him.