A Guide to Reaping Vengeful Spirits

At Embroidery Studio in the No. 88 Huangquan Road, the owner, an unparalleled beauty from ancient times, reclined beneath a red canopy and coquettishly beckoned to her with a pair of utterly captivating eyes.

“Heh,” Nai He thought, completely unmoved. She even silently picked up the embroidery needle beside her.

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The living know both warmth and cold, and ghosts and monsters have their own warmth, too. Huangquan Road, the Bridge of Helplessness: whether you cross or not may come down to a single thought. She is the reaper of the night. When souls linger in torment, unwilling to cross over, she reaps them one by one.

As a grand scheme, long in the making, slowly unfolds, you and I, caught up in it, have nowhere left to hide.

(Not horror-focused. Primarily about ghosts and monsters, with a romantic pairing.)