They Rejected Me at the Coffin, Now She Begs for Salvation

Because the sins of our ancestors ran so deep, only I, the guardian of the village, could call the names and carry the coffins to drive away the restless dead.

Give the departed a chance at rebirth, and their descendants a chance to live.

After the last old woman in the village died, I lit a stick of soul-calling incense as usual and prepared to recite the names and lift the coffin, but before I could enter, a woman and her bodyguards blocked me outside.

“Are you the so-called village guardian?”

“You fool, how dare you think you can step into my Lawson family? Get lost!”