Zhong Moxuan

I love to imagine, and many unspeakable images appear in my mind, as if I were actually there. This has been the case since I was a child. When I was a child, I met a handsome wandering Taoist priest who told me my fortune. He told me that I had a rich imagination and could be a writer, but there was something missing in my life. From now on, my life would be bumpy and full of dangers. My mother thought he was talking nonsense and spent money to think about it. To send him away, when she took out the money from her bag, the Taoist priest had already disappeared. I only heard one sentence in my ears: "If you escape from death and want to get back what you lost, come to me and I will explain everything you want." As he said, he relied on reading various books in his mind to create, and became a slightly famous writer. Just when I thought that I would spend all my days writing, a strange book broke into my life. The words of the Taoist priest that year were like a bullet, hitting me between the eyebrows, leaving me with lingering fears to this day. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.