Tonight, moonlight streamed down like silk, and the stars had faded from view.
On a desolate mass grave, bones lay scattered and ghostly flames flickered. The dense yin energy was almost tangible, flowing slowly between the graves.
In this silent land of death, a figure stood in a strange pose. He held both arms high and faced the sky, as if worshipping the cold full moon. Pure moonlight poured down like flowing water, transforming into strands of silver that slowly seeped into his rigid body.
Beneath the moonlight, his blue-black skin gleamed with an eerie sheen.
“Other people transmigrate and become princes or nobles, or return to their youth. Lucky me, I’ve become a monster that’s neither dead nor alive.”
Gu Yan cursed inwardly. He tried to move his fingers and saw that his ten nails were sharp as knives, glinting coldly in the moonlight. He tried to speak, but all that came from his throat was a hoarse “hrrk.” Two sharp fangs jutted from between his lips, reminding him that he was no longer human.
His body was as stiff as a log and couldn’t bend. He could only hop forward. If not for the Qing official’s robe he was missing, he would have looked exactly like the jiangshi from his memories.
