During the Mid-Autumn Festival, I was about to eat the custard mooncake handed to me by my husband, when I suddenly heard a deep-fried little voice roaring in my head:
"Poison! It's poisonous! Stupid woman! That's an abortion pill mooncake!"
My hand shook and the mooncake fell to the ground.
My husband was stunned for a moment, then gently patted my back and handed me a glass of water.
That voice instantly drove me crazy:
"Ah! There's something wrong with the water too! It's a laxative! He wants you to have a miscarriage! Don't drink it!"
I pushed the cup away and water spilled all over him.
The voice clapped and cheered.
"The stupid woman has finally figured it out! I'm warning you, if you can't keep this thing in your belly, I, the King of Hell, will ask you to come down in person and keep him company!"
I thought it was a hallucination until my parents who died unexpectedly came to me in a dream at night:
"Good boy Wan Qing, listen to what the King of Hell said. He lost to us in the mahjong game. This time he came down to earth to help you."
