Please Return to Dust

My name is Chen Shan, and I am a little peddler who carries a load and walks through the streets. I'm not just selling needles and threads - there are compasses and bloody copper coins at the bottom of the box. A shoulder pole holds the universe at both ends. Grandpa said that our business is not tomb robbing, nor is it fighting upside down. It is called "returning things to dust." It is to send those things that should not be left in the world back to where they belong. Please come out of things that should be in this world. One day, grandpa got a secret treasure called Yin Yang Silk. Rumor has it that it dominated the rise and fall of countless forces in the previous dynasty. From that day on, bounty hunters, supervisors, and warlocks from all walks of life surrounded him like hyenas smelling blood. The first person who wants our lives is actually the person around us who has been saved by us.