An unexpected accident caused me to lose my sight permanently, inheriting the funeral trade passed down by my ancestors. Others only saw me as a pitiful blind boy, and no one knew that after losing my sight, I gained the ability to listen to the souls of the deceased. Inside the mourning halls and coffins, every cold corpse hides a secret they were unable to speak aloud. Some paid me a heavy sum to ensure a safe burial to cover up crimes; those who died unjustly borrowed my mouth to voice their deep-seated blood vengeance. One burial shroud, one coffin, one funeral. I cannot see anything in the mortal world, but I can clearly see the good and evil in human hearts, walking between Yin and Yang to reclaim justice for countless departed souls.