Song Zheng, a northern woman who inherited her father's business, runs a tavern outside the Gates of Hell, trading with the dead.
She often stands on a ridge of a gloomy, barren mountain beside the River of Hell. With a demon-quelling staff in her left hand, she spins the yin-yang wheel in her right and asks the souls drifting over at the sound of her voice what they seek and desire.
But today, before business had even begun, a cold-faced young man appeared before her, dressed in black and holding a skull in his palm.
Everyone who comes is a customer. Song Zheng bowed and asked warmly, "May I ask what wish you would like me to fulfill, young master? Or how much wealth would you like me to have your descendants send you?"
He waved his sleeve and cast a spell, conjuring a great heap of eerie white bones. Then he raised his other hand and gently stroked her chin.
"Please help me deliver a betrothal gift."
Theme: Do good deeds, and don't worry about what lies ahead
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