At the end of winter, I changed my son to eat.
Everyone thought that the proprietress of the black shop in Guichouguan was just a helpless and stunning vase, a piece of fat in a troubled world.
Until the deposed prince who killed without blinking an eye, the living king of hell who once stirred up the turmoil in the capital, knelt in front of her door full of evil spirits, just asking for a bowl of hot porridge.
Only then did people realize, what canary?
She is the true King of Hell who holds grain and life in her hands!
