Rebirth of the Funeral Overlord

On the roadshow stage, a tycoon's heart stent bursts. When he opens his eyes again, he has become a teenager making paper effigies on White Funeral Street in 1995. His grandfather left behind a "Dianqing Manual" and a cinnabar eye in his palm. Touching a deceased's belongings allows him to read three seconds of their obsession. Making a paper effigy lets him communicate between yin and yang. But the price of opening the eye is black blood; after seven drops, his soul is locked in a coffin. In Jiangzhou City, Yong'an Group monopolizes life and death, turning 60,000 cremated remains into cash machines, grinding the obsessions of the dead into numbers. While everyone calculates accounts in the living world, he alone dares to do due diligence in the underworld—using bamboo strips as knives, yellow paper as armor, reading ashes in the funeral home, listening to bone sounds before the cremator, and using a profit model with a gross margin of 4316% to tear open the black curtain of the funeral empire. And the capital crocodile with gold-rimmed glasses, holding a purple clay pot that has soaked human bones for seven years, says to him: "Read a person who died seven years ago. If you succeed, 30% of Yong'an Group's shares are yours. If you fail, I'll dig up your grandfather's grave." The underworld has paths, but capital has no gate. In this life, he will make the biggest paper effigy, calculate the darkest accounts, and become the most ruthless in the living world—the Funeral Overlord.