[Mutual Devotion] [Metaphysics] [Countryside] [Supernatural] [Obsessive Love] [Chasing His Wife]
My name is Ying Xintian. I was born in 1999 in Yin Hun Village. The village was shrouded in mist, and the crooked branches of its ancient trees looked like ghostly claws. A deathly aura hung over everything. When my mother, Yang Yu, went into labor, I stayed stiff and motionless in her womb. Her breathing grew weaker, and it seemed mother and child would both die.
Grandma called for a spirit medium. The moment the medium glanced at my mother, her peachwood sword fell to the ground. She shrieked, her face ashen: "The debt from your past life must be paid with your life in this one! Resist, and you will surely die!" Grandma collapsed in the mud, trembling all over.
In the dead of night, Grandma tucked incense into her clothes and made her way to the forbidden Xuanqing Cave on the back mountain. She knelt on the stone ground and kowtowed until her forehead bled. "Snake Lord, have mercy... Spare them..."
A cold voice came from within the cave, sinister as a venomous snake. "The Ying family has owed a debt for three generations. How will you repay it?" Grandma begged through her tears, "Please show me a way. I will do anything!"
"When your granddaughter turns twenty, sacrifice her to me, and the debt will be cleared." Grandma gritted her teeth and agreed.
A moment later, my cries rang through the house, but a blood-red begonia mark had appeared on my wrist, bewitching as if soaked in blood and radiating a chill. Grandma choked back a sob. "The Snake Lord's mark cannot be undone."
The villagers avoided me like the plague, calling me a "pure yin girl" and cursing me as a harbinger of death. Twenty years passed in a flash. That night, beneath a deathly pale moon, I shivered in my dream. A figure in a black robe embroidered with golden begonias leaned over me. Icy fingertips brushed the mark, and a cold voice whispered in my ear: "Xiao Tian, it's time to repay your grandfather's debt..."
I'm usually quite picky about this kind of writing, but I thought this one was really good.
Thanks to the teacher for his writing style, which is vivid and has a certain sense of substitution. . . I am also very grateful to the teacher for his inspirational creation