On the edge of the bustling city, there is a "Wangchuan Noodle House" that is open all night.
The boss, Old Yu, whose face has wrinkles deeper than the ocean trench, cooks a pot of soup that is fishy and fragrant.
His business license was approved by the underworld; half of his customers are living people and half are dead.
The woman in a wet cheongsam ordered a bowl of "soul-inducing noodles", and the hand that pushed her into the sea was reflected in the soup;
The boy who smelled of burnt begged for an "ever-lasting light" to burn away the unsaid confession in the fire;
The rich man in suits and ties clutches the moldy Hades Coin, trying to buy back the conscience he feeds to the crocodiles...
"A living person eats noodles to fill his stomach, and a dead person eats noodles to worry about his worries." Old Yu knocked on the stove, and the smoke blurred his eyes that could see through the yin and yang. "Are you worried too much? Be careful of choking and turning into a resentful ghost - our store is not responsible for overcoming the obsession, and only provides the 'obsession realization' service."
When there was another soul-inducing lamp in the alcove, the sea breeze stirred up the ashes under the stove.
The new guest pushed open the squeaky wooden door, and water dropped from the corners of his clothes, winding into a shiny river on the greasy floor.
"Boss," the shadow swayed under the dim light, "can you pawn 'regret'? I'll pay double the yang energy."
——Welcome to the Wangchuan branch. Your obsession will be purchased by our store, but you will be responsible for the consequences.
