Yuan Hong, courtesy name Danqing, was born into a wealthy family. He was well versed in the Four Books and Five Classics, but was not what he seemed.
Ink wash and fine brushwork: his name was as poetic and picturesque as could be, yet he was a greedy, profit-driven man who always bowed before self-interest.
Such a petty man used his own petty methods, stepping over the corpses of others as he climbed toward wealth, one step at a time.
Until one day, a wandering old Maoshan Daoist blocked the entrance to his home and solemnly told him, "Evil spirits are haunting you."
Yuan Danqing didn't deny it. He chuckled. "I've been waiting to go to hell."
Fortunes change. The warlord was overthrown, and Yuan Danqing's attempt to flee failed, leaving him penniless.
With no other choice, he joined a wager he'd heard about through the grapevine, putting his soul up as the stake.
An empty body, with no breath and no heartbeat, yet still able to walk: could such a thing still be called human?
A fanfic based on Soul Stakes.
Yuan Danqing is a name I came up with myself, since the station master in the game doesn't have a name, so I had to give him one.
The protagonist is a cunning, treacherous station master.
There is no absolute black or white, only self-interest and shades of gray that last forever.
Profit above all: Yuan Danqing's path to self-destruction.
Theme:
It's over. Thank you for the belated spreading of flowers.
Come on^0^~Finally a fanfic, wipe away the sad tears~
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