The Forget-Your-Worries Milk Tea Shop

Death is only the beginning. For Mr. Ye, it is far from the end. Through the prison of his own flesh, he gazes out through iron bars with his Yin-Yang Eyes At gods and Buddhas filling the sky, demons and monsters. One hundred and four baleful stars. Three gigantic, vicious beasts. Two prisoners, and a bowl of Meng Po’s soup.