Xu Jingzhi is dead, walking on the road to hell with orange seeds in her hands. If she doesn't let go, she won't become a walking corpse.
Unlike others, she had an ox to ride, and she suffered more.
"The person you're waiting for hasn't arrived yet." A dank voice swirled in her heart.
She was crazy for a long time during her lifetime, and was not very sober after her death. She would always hit herself on the head on the road.
She remembered that she had been waiting here for a long time. The person she was waiting for had not come yet. Who was she waiting for?
Intention: None