The most inconsiderate pawnshop in Beijing is called Sihai Zhiku.
As long as the price is high enough, it will collect jade, knives, marriage certificates, and old things from dead people. Until one rainy night, a paper-covered wedding sedan stopped in front of the door. In the sedan lay a girl who had been written to death in an official book, and there was a blood-stained account book hidden in her arms.
Everyone said it was a dead blow, but Yan Wu Jiu only hit the hammer once.
"She's not dead, bring her in."
The world only knows that there is a young female court official in Sihai Zhiku whose face is covered with white silk. She cannot see, cannot walk far, and is sitting in a wheelchair. However, they do not know that she is the real account keeper of the Thirty-Six Lines Dark Network.
Paper making, incense making, embroidery, puppets, locksmiths, widowers, shadow killers, waterways... All kinds of industries can be successful, and her thread is found in the dark places of the market.
What she collects is not old things, but human lives.
What she was checking was not the case, but the erased names.
What she wants to repay is not a blood debt, but the old debt of women being sold, silenced, and written to death in this world.
So what if Bai Ling covers her eyes?
She doesn't care about people's hearts, but she can also make the powerful bow their heads.
From the blood account on the paper sedan to the heart lock on the palace wall, from the pawnshop in the market to the secret case of the royal family, Yan Wujiu step by step re-entered the accounts of the suppressed lives, deeds, old cases and rights.
She collects dead people in the pawn shop and also begs for the blood of living people.
Concept: Group portrait of women