Zhuanghunlu

When the strangeness revives and others use peach wood swords to ward off evil spirits, I use a makeup brush to talk to the ghosts about aesthetics - death is not the end, oblivion is. And I specialize in putting makeup on death. Lin Zhuang inherited the "Bi'an Funeral Home" left by her grandmother and discovered that by applying makeup to the resentful spirits, she could read the memory of death, reconcile the obsession pigment, and even rewrite the reincarnation agreement. But the underworld of this world has long been KPI-based: reincarnation requires a lottery, reincarnation is outsourced, and the "emotional energy" generated by resentful spirits staying in the world is the eternal power bank of the kings of hell. Her ancestral makeup box, the "Cosmetic Package Atlas", turned out to be the root key left by the chief architect who was fired seventy years ago. And that architect was her dead grandmother. Death can be disguised, so who is qualified to define death? When everyone can create souls, is it still necessary for the underworld to exist? Why is the last grid of ink left by grandma empty - or is that grid called "Lin Zhuang"?