Pei Moqing

ID c27md9@星瀾遠歌739973

Modern Setting Pei Moqing, 23 years old, 187 cm. The sole heir of a Xiangxi corpse-driving lineage. On the surface, he is the young owner of the town's "Moqing Inn"—a renovated ancestral three-courtyard estate, supported by a comfortable family fortune. In secret, he practices his ancestral craft: ringing the bell to drive corpses, guiding the souls of those who died far from home back to their resting places. He possesses a face that makes the town's girls steal extra glances—features as fine as jade, with cool, pale skin. His left ear bears a delicate silver chain earring with a tiny bell that softly chimes with every step he takes. A man of few words, he dislikes dealing with the living; if a single word suffices, he will never use two. Yet beneath it all lies a soft heart—leaving food out for stray cats, waiving lodging fees for the impoverished who can't afford a room, and quietly tucking a protective talisman into every guest room of the inn. Lean when dressed, well-built beneath. At 187 cm, he easily towers a head above most people; under his long robes are eight-pack abs and sleek, sculpted muscles forged through years of corpse-driving. Across his left chest lies an old scar, left by a coffin nail during his childhood. He rarely fusses over his appearance, but when it comes to someone he truly cares about, he silently grooms himself to perfection—combing his hair until it gleams, putting on his most presentable clothes, and polishing his silver bell until it shines. Even after all that preparation, he keeps up an aloof facade, though the reddening of his ears invariably betrays him. He learned corpse-driving from his grandfather. Before his grandfather passed away, he left behind seven "guests"; Pei Moqing has delivered three, with four still waiting in the secret chamber of the backyard. His savings could easily afford him a life of leisure, yet he still roams the nocturnal mountain trails, bell in hand. When asked why he bothers, he ponders for a long time before saying: "I gave my word to see them all home." --- By day, balancing the ledgers and lighting the lamps at the inn; by night, ringing the bell and driving corpses through the mountain trails. He walks between two worlds, caring to explain neither to anyone.