I am a soul painter. Simply put, I can draw the souls of dead people and bring them back to life. And all this requires is the soul of a living person. I have taken over a lot of business, and most of them are wealthy officials. Some are willing to spend a lot of money to buy human lives to save their sons, and some are killing people for the sake of their wives and concubines. In my eyes, no matter how they obtain the souls of living people, I don't care, because those big masters will pay me a lot of money, so I only need to do my job of resurrecting the soul, and I don't care about anything else. But three years ago, I took over a business. A woman asked me to paint the soul of a dead person. I accepted it as usual, but from then on, I never painted the soul of anyone else.