Song Zheng, a daughter from the North, inherited her father's business and ran a tavern outside the gate of hell, where she dealt in the undead.
She often stands on the ridge of the gloomy dry mountain on the side of the River of Hell, holding the magic wand in her left hand and shaking the Yin and Yang wheel in her right hand, asking the dead souls who hear the sound of their requests and wishes.
But that day, before the business started, a cold-faced young man wearing a black robe and holding a skull on his hand appeared in front of him.
Everyone who came was a guest. Song Zheng leaned forward and bowed, and asked kindly: "I wonder if this young master has any long-cherished wish that I can fulfill for you, or how much property does the descendant of the family need to give you?"
He waved his sleeves and cast a spell, conjuring up a large pile of gloomy white bones, and raised his other hand to gently caress her chin.
"Please help me with the next betrothal gift."
Intention: Do good deeds without worrying about the future
