There is an inn on Huangquan Road that collects the souls of people who have died violently.
I am Meng Qi, the proprietress here, and I have been guarding this store for three hundred years.
Until that night, a scholar covered in blood broke in and handed me half a blood-stained jade pendant.
"Someone traded my life for his."
He smiled and said, "Boss Meng, will you accept this business?"
