Baiyitang

At the funeral home at three o'clock in the morning, Lin Yan was sewing the face of a car accident corpse. He has been doing this job for three years, and his fingers remember the direction of every muscle before his brain. What he does every day is to make dead people look alive. Until that phone call came - his grandfather, who had been missing for ten years, was dead. Lin Yan returned to his hometown in western Hunan and inherited a dilapidated church: Baiyi Hall. Paper-tying, skin painting, corpse sewing, dotting of paint, exorcism of corpses, soul-soothing, yin-yang assessment—seven crafts, seven yin-clearing skills, have been passed down for thousands of years. He is the 18th generation guardian. On the day the Tang Seal was activated, six green and black lines appeared on Lin Yan's palm, corresponding to the six foundations. Qi Ling emerged from the hall seal, and his first words were: "At your level, Baiyi Hall will disgrace you." Lin Yan: "..." He wanted to refuse, but the lines on his palms were beating, the seals were recognizing the Lord, and the dead began to talk to him. The door in the basement of the funeral home that has been locked for thirty years, the knock on the door at three o'clock in the morning, the team of exorcists in the mountains of western Hunan, the strange village in Zhizha Town where living people and paper people live together - This world is far darker than he knows And his duty is to guard the boundary between Yin and Yang "Brother Lin, I'm scared." Qian Duoduo hid behind him and trembled. "Don't be afraid," Lin Yan said, his hands shaking. Shen Zhiyi pushed up his glasses: "From a forensic point of view, the cause of death of this corpse is not consistent with common sense." Qi Ling sneered in the hall: "Boy, your master and I - forget it, you don't believe me even if I say it." Lin Yan sighed, put away the talisman, and walked into the darkness. Some things cannot be escaped.