She was nailed to a coffin at the age of three, and she crawled out to collect debts; the saint became a ghost doctor, and the prince knelt down to beg for his life. The blood debt of the genocide was compounded, so she laughed and drank poisonous wine, used poison as a knife, and burned the sky with fire. The child's voice in the coffin is childish but cruel: Debts can be paid off, but names will never be repaid!
