Copywriting one:
Zhong Wansheng is a little monster, but he works in the underworld.
In order to fulfill this job, Zhong Wansheng installed an extra-long prosthetic tongue, wore a cow-horse skull mask with green face and fangs, used a judge's pen, burned red lotus fire, seduced souls, cooked soup, and even played the role of the water ghost Yaksha.
There was no way, everyone in the Ming Division had their own duties, so she could only do odd jobs for three hundred years to repay the debt she owed in the world.
"Little Hun," Xie Bi'an liked to whisper in Fan Wujiu's ear whenever she was away, "I told them to send you to the human world."
"Ah?" Zhong Wansheng looked at the brothers who were putting the oil in the pot, and was deeply worried about the future: "Can I..."
"Don't get into trouble again."
Copywriting two:
The room is filled with dark fragrance and the red wax is burning high. It is a night of flowers and candles in one's bridal chamber.
But this should have nothing to do with her, she was just a substitute bride bought with money.
A substitute marriage meets one's first love, the human love story is indeed a bloody one.
Zhong Wansheng, carrying a phoenix crown weighing twenty to thirty pounds, sat tremblingly at the long table.
"Who are you?" She heard the groom standing opposite the long table ask coldly. With a bang on the table, the corners of the wide wedding robe cut through the air like a sharp blade, causing the wind to rise: "Aren't you fucking dead?"
The atmosphere was frozen to freezing point.
"Gurgling, gurgling," her stomach growled in the uneasy silence.
Purpose: Love and redemption