Becoming Uncle Nine's Disciple: Dong Xiaoyu Is Actually My Ghost Wife!

The night black miasma swept through Lijia Village, all I could clutch was my mother’s broken hairpin. Half a plum blossom was missing, and the broken edge was cold with sinister energy.

I was born into the Li family twenty years ago, with an extraordinary past.

My mother was Lin Wantang. Did she know this day would come? All she left me was this broken hairpin and my constitution, “Myriad Spirits Converge.” Plants and trees shy away from evil spirits, yet they gather around me.

Who am I? Does this constitution have something to do with her?

A fragment of Dong Xiaoyu’s soul lies hidden in my sea of consciousness. It trembles when I touch the hairpin, cold as frost yet warm as my mother’s hand once was. It says nothing, yet its depths run deeper than the gap in the hairpin.

Moonlight spills over the hairpin, its jade surface reflecting my shadow. What is it hiding? What was my mother hiding? What am I hiding?

The wind passes through the funeral home. The broken hairpin in my palm is all that remains, growing gently warm.