Chen Mo inherits an ancestral home, along with a coffin that hasn't been opened in three hundred years.
Inside lies his ancestor, who supposedly “failed to ascend.”
On the first night, the coffin lid rattles. Chen Mo grabs an inked string, ready to pin down a corpse, but an impatient voice comes from inside: “Stop nailing it shut. Get me a coffin with Wi-Fi instead. Why are this generation of descendants so clueless?”
On the second night, the old ancestor says, “Your forehead looks dark. You'll die within three days. The solution is... order me some takeout. Make it spicy.”
On the third night, Chen Mo stares at the notification on his phone: “Supernatural takeout order accepted.” Then he realizes the delivery rider's profile picture is his own.
