My great-grandma, a spirit medium, said I was born lucky. But I was the ugliest girl for miles around.
For all sorts of reasons, I took up livestreaming myself swallowing ghosts. Along the way, I encountered ghost-born children, brain-eating monkeys, tomb guardians, human-skin beauties, rouge bones, fish that fish for people, human-blood trees, ghost soldiers crossing the road…
But one night, after ending a stream, I dreamed that my great-grandma said, “Someone buried a yin plot in the back hills and summoned a husband for you. Go and bring it home…”
[I’m back from the dead! The story stopped at Chapter 58 two years ago. I lost ten chapters of drafts and was so furious I got a nosebleed.
Recently, I dreamed up an ending, so I’m posting it to give both you and myself some closure.]
