Though he was still young, Jiang Lan was gravely ill and close to death.
An old fortune-teller had once told him that someone had stolen his life, and he wouldn't live past twenty.
Just as he was about to drop dead in the street on the eve of his twentieth birthday, a mysterious person gave him hope of staying alive. The price was simply opening a toy figurine shop.
“Cloth stained red with blood, a little yin-soaked earth, and a female ghost: the bride doll is ready! For just two hundred merit points, you'll be loved by all and get everything you wish for!”
“Clothes from a tomb, scales from a strange creature, and an unrotting corpse: the general doll is ready! For just a thousand merit points, you'll sweep all before you and never know defeat!”
“What, these figurines are still too scary? Want something more ordinary? We've got plenty of those too...”
A little shop sat in a shadowy corner of Chu City, selling strange dolls to a steady stream of customers.
Some were people. Others, not necessarily...
It's good, but Lu Qingqing can't stand it. She doesn't quite understand that Pig's Foot was harmed by her, even if it was forced, Pig's Foot can still help without saying a word. . .