Perfumer at Tongyou Fragrance Shop

One fragrant marrow, two fragrant skin, three fragrant flesh and four fragrant soul... Five-scented greed, six-scented anger, seven-scented delusion and eight-scented grace... Nine incense burnt out... Is the suffering of reincarnation... The tenth fragrance... Is the nothingness she drew out of her soul... My name is Shen Heng, and I opened an incense shop in Yingkou Old Street. Selling incense during the day and transporting souls at night. Nine kinds of incense, in exchange for nine kinds of obsession. Greed, anger, crazy love, hatred, life and death - as long as you can afford the price, I can give it to you. No money is charged, only "interest". The interest will be paid over a lifetime. I have seen too many people: when they were alive, their consciences were weighed and auctioned, but when they died, they became ghosts and knew the rules. Bai Wuchang's chain is tied with a QR code, the City God's Temple has been converted into an office building, and the new ghost is still bowing and saying "the loan has not been repaid." She asked the King of Hell: Why can't we distinguish between humans and ghosts? The King of Hell pointed out the window - there, living people are colder than ghosts. Until a criminal police officer opened the door, carrying old injuries from four hundred years ago, He asked: "Do you owe me, or do I owe you?" I pinched the candied haws, tilted my head and chuckled: "Let's talk first - what are you willing to give in exchange?" Before he could answer, the five immortals in my Five Zang Temple started fighting. What's even more troublesome is that the snake fairy who has been guarding me for twenty years seems to be... Jealous.