Craftsman's Account

I climbed out of the coffin on the foundation and brought out a seven-star coffin nail. My father was beaten to death and I was buried alive. They said that Zhao Kun set the rules of the old street with money and steel pipes. They also said that as a coffin maker, I should wait to collect the body. I didn't say anything, I just wiped the old sign and pushed my father's plane. In the fragrance of cypress wood, with a flick of the ink line, the world divides itself. I used the ancestral art of "embossment" to let the dead speak - they told me who the murderer was, where the ledger was hidden, and who was holding the protective umbrella above their head. I began to cleanse the faces of the dead, and also write down accounts that needed to be settled for the living. The compensation account should be filled in with red fingerprints. The fingerprints on the electric shock baton were used to pay for the murder at the construction site. The umbrella debt was paid with a freshly made thin coffin. Zhao Kun panicked and knocked on my door with 600,000 yuan. I pushed the wad of money back and only asked him: "Do you think your life is enough to repay the first payment?"