Strange Tales from the Netherworld Inn

There’s an inn on the road to the Yellow Springs that takes in the souls of those who died unnatural deaths.

I’m the landlady, Meng Qi, and I’ve run this place for three hundred years.

Then one night, a scholar covered in blood burst in and handed me half of a bloodstained jade pendant.

“Someone traded my life for his.”

He smiled. “Boss Meng, will you take this deal?”