Things become better with age, and things become strange if they are not in a group.
The unsmiling antique shop owner Shao Ling was once an ancient bronze chime bell. Over the course of the world, it turned from a chime bell into broken copper, from broken copper into a bell, and from the bell into a humanoid spirit.
There is nothing wrong with being a human being, except for the unstoppable turmoil inside.
He is waiting for someone. This undercurrent of obsession kept him unable to sleep every night.
So much time had passed that he could hardly remember why he became a spirit.
Afraid that he would forget everything, he named himself Shao Ling, which is homophonic to Shaoling.
No one ever responded to his name, no one summoned his true form, and even the gods in the past refused to take away his soul.
Shao Ling stayed in the mortal world.
More and more spirits stayed around him, so he simply opened a small shop.
An unknown shop lights up a lamp in the evening. To humans, it is an antique store with terrible prices; to spirits, it is a free hotel in the vast world of mortals.
Over hundreds of years, some spirits will turn into spirits and leave, some will disappear; some spirits will break the net of heaven and earth, and finally end up destroyed both physically and mentally.
But they all know why they ended up like this, and they all remember how they became spirits.
A once-in-a-century blizzard was about to come. That night, Liang Xiaowu, an ordinary mortal, opened the door of Shao Ling's shop.
Looking into Liang Xiaowu's black and white eyes, a bell that had never sounded in a thousand years began to jingle in the windless silence.
The person who could take him away finally stood in front of him.
Intention: Everything has a cause and a result, and to untie the bell, one must tie the bell.
