Yin Dang, Yang Redeems

On the day Jiang Wantong was born, there was a bunch of white hair on the top of her forehead. The midwife counted it with her fingers and her face changed drastically: "I only brought Xiao Xiao here. If this girl stays, one person in your family will die every three years!" Before he finished speaking, thunder struck down the Qilin Temple in Tafeng Village where he was praying for his son. When she was six years old, her grandmother had her fingerprints stamped with blood and her death was pawned to a mysterious pawn shop. Grandma Yu, the keeper of the pawnshop, took her in and taught her how to draw talismans and make paper. She also told her that every three years, her life would depend on the "Seventh Master" in the black coffin in the main hall. On his eighteenth birthday, the curse came as expected. Grandma died tragically. Three demon sedans blocked the road outside the pawn shop. Fox Lord in a green sedan reached out to her: "Xiaojiu, I'm here to pick you up." But she turned around and got into the big red sedan chair that had never been moved. The sedan curtain fell, and she was carried back to the pawn shop, and also carried into the fate that was doomed to entanglement—— The man in the black coffin held the pawn ticket from back then and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Your wings are stiff, do you want to run?" Later she learned that this pawn shop had never been in the business of living people. Yin Dang should ask for something and should not refuse it. The female students who were wronged a hundred years ago, the secrets hidden in the coffin shop, the lingering resentful spirits in Xijiang... One after another "dangers" come to the door. And every time she gave up her obsession for the dead soul, one of the charms on the black coffin in the main hall faded away. Until that night, when the heavy rain rose, his cold fingers traced the pale golden birthmark emerging on her back, and his voice trembled: "Little Huohu... Who was it that hurt you like this?"