A pipa lasts a thousand years, a zither ten thousand. One erhu can accompany a whole lifetime. When the suona sounds, the show is over. At first, you don't recognize the sound of the suona. The next time you hear it, you're already in your coffin.
Dance all the way to the underworld, party right up to the King of Hell's palace. Down the bowl of Granny Meng's soup, and never fall in love with the mortal world again.
I, Wo, am the thirty-eighth-generation suona inheritor of the Shi family. I was young, with an abundance of artistic talent, but I somehow tripped over my own feet and died in the bathroom.
A golden glow of merit gifted me a divine suona, giving little Wo a chance to accumulate good karma and return to life. Who knew that even the Heavenly Dao couldn't have anticipated that funeral ceremonies nowadays aren't dull and stuffy anymore? There's the Mighty Memorial Hall, the Blissful Burial, the Peach Blossom Spring Funeral Song, and Kikujiro's Journey to the West... The current Shi family heir plays nothing but indecent tunes, so naturally, he's not exactly a proper person either.
[Extreme OOC. The protagonist is tone-deaf, and there's a tiny bit of warmth beneath all the silliness.]
[This story is mainly about promoting the suona, and many of its elements are quite buggy. The suona here is only used for funerals, not births or weddings. To keep things from getting too depressing, I'll deliberately add comedy, so the OOC may be pretty severe. If that bothers you, please don't read!]
[Divine Suona: Its holder won't be hated or targeted and cannot be harmed / Its music comes with its own BGM / It can send souls to Heaven or Hell / By paying a certain price, it can tear through space and transmigrate at random]
Theme: No soul can escape the suona
Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha so happy
Hahahaha I can do it on a good day