The Bone Picker

[Feng Shui] [Mystery] [Bone-Picking Profession] My grandmother killed my mother and nearly killed me too. I escaped with my life and became a bone picker, swearing to avenge my mother. Cover the bones with a black umbrella, wash them in glutinous rice wine, dot the red, but never the eyes, and never look back while carrying a corpse. I've encountered black bones, red bones, green bones, and jade-like bones. This is an account of the strange and eerie events I encountered over the years while opening graves and collecting bones for others...