In a wine shop in a small alley of Nan'an Street in Lin'an, a woman in red warms rice wine every day, waiting for customers to come.
Not to sell wine, but to sign a bone contract, make a ridiculous deal, and fulfill a few shortcomings in life.
The demons and ghosts that came to the door came and went one after another, but that oath remained the same forever.
Sign the contract with my bones, and the drinker will leave his name. If you have any intention of defecting, I will send you the soul torch...
Quick travel strategy, each independent story.