Blurb One:
Zhong Wansheng is a little demon, but she works for the Underworld Bureau.
To do her job well, Zhong Wansheng has worn an extra-long fake tongue, put on a bull-and-horse mask with a green face and fangs, wielded the Judge's Brush, set off red lotus fire, hooked souls, cooked soup, and even played a water ghost yaksha.
There's no helping it. Everyone in the Underworld Bureau has their own duties, and she has to do odd jobs for three hundred years to repay the debt she incurred in the human world.
"Little Soul," Xie Bi'an loves to chatter in her ear whenever Fan Wujiu isn't around. "I told them to send you to the human world."
"Huh?" Zhong Wansheng looks over at the brothers currently being thrown into a boiling-oil cauldron and feels a deep sense of foreboding. "Can I not..."
"Stop causing trouble, okay?"
Blurb Two:
A room filled with a subtle fragrance, red candles burning bright. It should be a wedding night for two people.
But this has nothing to do with her. She's just a stand-in bride bought with money.
A substitute bride meets her first love. Human romance really is one ridiculous melodrama after another.
Wearing a phoenix crown weighing twenty to thirty pounds, Zhong Wansheng sits nervously by the long table.
"Who are you, exactly?" the groom standing opposite her demands coldly. He slams his fist on the table. The wide sleeve of his wedding robe cuts through the air like a blade, sending a gust of wind her way. "Weren't you dead, for fuck's sake?"
The atmosphere freezes over.
"Gurgle, gurgle." In the not-so-peaceful silence, her stomach starts rumbling.
Theme: Love and redemption.
Baby, won't you write it?