The person in the whole capital who is most afraid of death is me.
After ten years of putting makeup on dead people, I fainted when I saw a drop of my own blood.
Just like that, I was kidnapped by the young minister of Dali Temple - he was so powerful that I knelt down and begged for mercy.
But I can taste the smell of saltpeter from the charred corpse's mouth, and I can tell from the mud of his fingernails which noodles he ate before he died.
He kicked down the door and stabbed someone, and I made the corpse speak.
The moment the murderer put the knife on his neck, I slapped the murderer with anger: "He owes me eight hundred taels. Who will pay me back if I kill him?"
——Then I caught a glimpse of the half tattoo on the back of his neck.
