The moment I was born, thunder roared. A piercing cry rang out through the peaceful night, and then the sky unleashed a downpour the likes of which no one had seen in a hundred years.
I was born with my eyes open, but they had pupils and no whites. I also had a birthmark on my back that looked like a ghostly face. The neighbors all said I was a demon child.
On the day of my first-month celebration, all kinds of animals gathered around the village. They howled toward my house as if mourning the dead.
That very night, my father died suddenly. With no other choice, my mother tearfully abandoned me at the gates of Longhu Mountain...
