Wong Tai Sin, Northeast

Hu Huang is one family in the world. Three years before I was born, my aunt's family met Huang Pizi to ask for a title. In the same year, my uncle disappeared, my aunt's mental state changed drastically, and my grandfather passed away mysteriously. Before his death, he said these words to his family. When I was born three years later, my mother had a difficult delivery, and the birthmark on her back scared my grandma half to death. My father had no choice but to entrust the baby to my grandma to make a living for the family and went to the city alone, but never came back. When I was six years old, my uncle, who had been missing for many years, suddenly came home and demanded to drink and eat my heart. My aunt, who had been crazy for nine years, came to her senses and spoke in a man's voice about the grievances she had with generations of my family's ancestors. "What's your name?" "Zhang Yangshou, the Yangshou of Shaoyangshou in life." Hu, yellow, python, white, green and grey, eagles, dogs, wolves, tigers, leopards and turtles. The smoke soul of Qingfeng and the King of Monuments, cow ghosts and snake gods gather together.