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Year of the Fire Snake Yihai Month Xinmao Day Yi Hai Time
I felt a chill run down my spine upon hearing those words. Wasn't that my birth chart? How did he know? In my family, we had dealings with spirits, and it was understood that one should never casually reveal their birth chart. Otherwise, it could be exploited by malicious individuals or ghosts, leading to one's soul being ensnared. Therefore, only my father, grandmother, and I knew my birth details.
My chart was purely Yin, which destined me to have a weak constitution and a troubled fate. Before the age of seven, I often saw dirty things at night. When I turned seven, my grandmother hired a real practitioner who burned a talisman and made me drink it, promising fifteen years of safety. After that, I no longer saw those dirty things until last night.
"Are you trying to ruin my good fortune?"
Instinctively, I turned towards the source of the voice and took a closer look. My brows furrowed in confusion. "Damn it, something's not right!" The Half Immortal suddenly convulsed, his eyes rolling back as he foamed at the mouth. Soon after, he began making strange noises. Then, the Half Immortal leaped up and spoke in the voice of a three or four-year-old child. That voice was something I would never forget; it came from the Half Immortal's mouth but sounded like a child's.
"Xia Ji! I've searched for you for many years to find such a treasure!" Upon hearing this, I shouted at the Half Immortal, "Half Immortal, are you messing with me?"
"Ha! Ha! Ha! Your friend has been possessed by me; you are not yet qualified to meet me!" After hearing this, my intuition told me that the Half Immortal had been possessed.
Possession can be explained through modern medicine as a form of hysteria. It is believed that one can experience temporary blindness while still being able to see or temporary deafness while still being able to hear. Such contradictory phenomena are termed hysteria. However, folk beliefs hold that those with weak Yang Qi or plagued by misfortune can be possessed by wild spirits. I had heard from the Half Immortal that in Maoshan Dao practices, using pomelo leaves dipped in water sprinkled on someone's head or pricking their forehead with blood from a fingertip could dispel wild spirits.
"Xia Ji, do you want to see what Ali looked like when she was alive?" Ali was the female ghost. I couldn't help but curse inwardly; who would want to see her? Looking at this demon would surely lead to countless nights of nightmares!
The Half Immortal smiled smugly. Then he pointed at the female ghost, and the white mist surrounding her vanished, revealing her true ghostly form.
The Half Immortal pointed again, and the female ghost transformed into a beautiful girl about twenty-one or twenty-two years old. She had long hair, fair skin, large eyes, and ruby-red lips. She stood bashfully by the door but cast no shadow beneath her feet; instead, she was enveloped in a white mist that made it hard to believe she was an evil spirit.
I didn't care what she looked like; just thinking about her ghostly appearance nearly made me wet myself—I had no heart left to examine her closely! Faced with the two dirty things in the room, I felt uneasy. Suddenly, I remembered that meteorite; ever since bringing it back home, strange occurrences had plagued me. Could everything stem from that meteorite?
I couldn't imagine if this meteorite was involved; did it mean all of this was part of an old man's trap? What purpose would he have in ensnaring me? Did he want to kill me? Or had my grandfather died at his hands? Was he planning to kill me to preserve this secret?
"Focus and listen to me!" The boy's voice rang out again. He clearly noticed my distraction and looked displeased as he glared at me.
"I don't want to harm you; I just want to tell you a story!" His tone softened as his eyes fixed intently on mine while he began narrating once more.
"Do you know the pain of being miscarried every time you are reborn?" The voice was filled with sorrow. I thought to myself, "I'm not a ghost; how would I know what that pain feels like?" "I've been reincarnated fifteen times, and each time I was lost. Once, I was almost born, but my mother died in a car accident!" I couldn't help but think, "What does that have to do with me? Why are you coming to me? I've never even held a woman's hand!" I was jolted out of my mother's womb, and the driver responsible, seeing no one around, buried us carelessly! He didn't realize that I was buried in the Corpse Raising Ground!
The Corpse Raising Ground is typically a place that never sees sunlight, heavy with Eerie Energy. Beneath the Corpse Raising Ground often lies a Leyline, and the spring water flowing from the Leyline remains cold even after being exposed to sunlight all day. If a corpse is mistakenly buried here, its resentment can turn it into an incorruptible corpse. If the resentment is strong enough, it will transform into an Evil Spirit. This type of Evil Spirit will grow increasingly vengeful unless it takes a life! To eliminate it, one must find its corpse and burn it!
"I became an Evil Spirit and followed the Yang Qi to find the driver. I killed his entire family!! Ha! Ha! Ha!" My scalp tingled at this revelation, and I thought, "There’s a reason for everything; debts must be repaid!" This Demon was ruthless.
"You think I'm too cruel? But who has suffered more than I have?" The entity stared at me intensely as if seeking my agreement. I quickly nodded; there was no way I would dare to disagree. "Later, I found Ali; she was pregnant, and I planned to be reborn through her! But unexpectedly, she committed suicide!" The entity's expression turned pained. "That was my last chance at reincarnation, and just like that, it was gone!" It let out a sharp cry that pierced the air like a blade scraping against glass.
According to folklore, a ghost has sixteen chances at reincarnation—comprising Three Souls and Seven Spirits plus six additional chances—totaling sixteen. If one fails to be reborn by the sixteenth attempt, it means eternal damnation as a wandering spirit, suffering daily from lightning strikes and reliving their most painful memories every month like a film on repeat!
"Although Ali and I were not fated to be together, we were technically mother and child!" The entity glanced at Ali, its gaze softening significantly. "Ali died so tragically; that scumbag got her pregnant! He came back asking for money to gamble; when Ali refused him money, he smashed her head with a hammer until her scalp split open!" While I felt sympathy for Ali's plight, it seemed like this entity wanted revenge on that scumbag, which had nothing to do with me!
"You know Ali lost hope and hanged herself in this very house!" Hearing the Ghost Infant's tale made Lady Ghost Ali lower her head in sorrowful weeping. The sound sent chills down my spine. After hearing this story, I couldn't help but feel compassion for Ali!
"Later on, I pushed that scumbag off a tall building; he died horribly! I even consumed his soul!" The Ghost Infant paused before continuing: "Do you know why I'm looking for you?" Despite my fear, I couldn't help but ask, "Is it because my fate is extremely yin?"
"That's one reason; this fat dead guy has an even more yin fate than you do! Possessing him feels quite comfortable!" Damn it! So that's why possessing a Half Immortal felt like this! My curiosity got the better of me as I asked, "But what exactly does that mean?"
"You are a good person destined for Two Realms Completion—a high scholar whose pure Yang has never leaked!" The ghost said earnestly. Upon hearing this, I was dumbfounded. "This sounds increasingly unbelievable; there really is someone in history who achieved good karma over ten lifetimes—wasn't he Tang Seng from Journey to the West? Could it be that I'm the reincarnation of Golden Cicada?"
"Whether you believe it or not doesn't matter!"
"Even if that's true about you, what use is it to find me?"
"I want to borrow your Spirit Yang Body and cultivate it with Ali's Pure Yin Body to provide me with the best Mother of Ghosts!" Upon hearing this, I felt a chill run down my spine. Marrying an Evil Spirit? Wasn't that just asking for trouble?
In "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio," there are many tales of scholars studying in ancient temples who end up mingling with female ghosts at night, only to find themselves withered and dead shortly after. The female ghost would drain the scholar's Yang Qi, and when his Yang Qi was depleted, he would naturally perish. I was well aware of this; even if it were a beautiful ghost, I wouldn't want any part of it!
"Well, have you made up your mind?" The creature stared at me intently, making my soul tremble. I was paralyzed, unable to nod or shake my head, just standing there in a daze.
Suddenly, my phone rang. I didn't know whether to answer it or not!
"Answer it!" commanded the Ghost Infant.
"Hello! I think I've basically figured out what that thing is!"
"Old Man, luckily the Broken Stone you sent activated his Spirit Yang Body; otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to find him!" The creature shouted loudly into my phone's microphone.
"You asked for trouble! I originally wanted to give you a warning, but it seems you've gone too far!" The old man's voice turned unusually serious.
"Don't worry; with my talisman holding them down, those two Dirty Things can't do anything to you! I'm on my way!"
"Hehe! That's fine; let's deal with the old guy first before we take action!"
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