Merits of Death

My name is Ye Tianhua, a modern Interpol police officer. The soul unexpectedly traveled through time and came to a remote mountain village in the Long Kingdom in 1970, where it became the last generation of villagers with the same name and surname. At that time, working as a slave was regarded as a despicable occupation and was looked down upon by the world. Ye Xiunian, the father of the original owner, sighed before his death: "This business has a low reputation for good food, but low-level skills and high money." Others shunned it, but I took over the ancestral autopsy box of the Ye family and took up the inheritance that was on the verge of being extinguished. Many seemingly ordinary deaths occur frequently in the countryside: drowned gamblers, violent widows, and unknown bones in barren mountains. I combine modern criminal investigation forensic knowledge with ancient autopsy techniques, and use the subtle traces to peel off the cocoons and uncover the hidden truth of the murder. As the investigation deepens, the sporadic murders reveal centuries-old taboos in the village, clan secrets, and even the undercurrents of the temple. I went from being a despised corpse collector to a crime solver respected by the villagers. I stick to justice in the cracks of time and continue to write the legend of corpse craftsmanship.