Wedding Wine

On the bank of the Qinhuai River, my grandfather and I guarded an unknown wine shop. Ordinary wedding wine is used to celebrate a good relationship and hope for a happy marriage, but the wedding wine I brewed only seeks blood debt and love and hatred. The first kill breaks the heart and beheads the lover; the second kill erodes the bones and punishes the dandy and the evil young man; the third kill buries the soul and settles the sins of half a life. Thirty years ago, Juan Niang was plotted by powerful people and threw herself into the river with hatred; Song Lian endured and lay dormant, and Yuan Lie secretly harbored a bloody feud. In the mist and rain of Qinhuai, under the painted boats and the music, the souls of countless women who died in vain are wandering and helpless. I borrowed a bowl of wedding wine and set up a soul-eating and burying formation. People in the world say that the way of heaven is reincarnation, but the way of heaven protects goodness and never protects power.