Listening to Corpses at Midnight

A tomb-digging craftsman was a mysterious profession in ancient times, digging graves and excavating burial pits.

By my generation, I was the eighth in the line.

But when I was seven or eight, one rainy night, my father took me to a mass grave ten li away.

Like a madman, he pried open a coffin. Inside lay a female corpse with a deathly pale face, clearly dead for a long time.

He forced me to cut my finger and place it on her lips. Then he disappeared, leaving the tomb-digging shovel in my hands.

He also told me that if I ever faced an insurmountable obstacle, I should come back and dig it open.

I thought I would never open a coffin, but ten years later, everything changed when Grandma Qi died...