I am a little white pheasant, with flawless white feathers and a delicate red crown. I live freely in the bamboo forest in the mountains. I can also be said to cultivate my health and nature, and collect the spiritual energy of all things. I have cultivated Taoism for three hundred years and become a little demon. Who knows that the sky is unkind? A thunder from the sky burned my pure white feathers to black. But it is lucky to say that when the lightning struck, I hid under the rocks and still had some breath left. Who would have expected that Hei Wuming was not only a black face but also a black heart. He couldn't catch Manman's winged bird, so he caught my pitiful, pure and white silver chicken. He painted it with dye, dyed it red and green, pretended to be Manman, and gave it to Ah Cha, the King of Pluto, as a gift for the Ghost Festival.
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Concept: There is a black-faced ghost. He does not have a coquettish appearance or supreme power. He is cold and inhumane, but he has always learned all the worldly wisdom from Bai Pheasant.