The night I was born, there were seven stars in a row and a snake's shadow appeared in the sky.
My mother was pregnant for three years, and what she gave birth to was not a baby, but a little snake with silver scales all over its body. The midwife was so scared that my father picked up an ax and wanted to chop me, but I swam to my mother's pillow, rubbed her face, and called out "Mom."
Huang Botong, a skinny old Taoist, kicked in the door and saw that the dead trees were blooming and bearing fruit in spring. He pointed at me and said, "This is the reincarnation of the Wang family's spiritual snake, named 'Xiao', and its aura is as high as the Xiaohan."
He turned me into a baby, carried me up the mountain, and deceived me for eighteen years.
Drawing symbols to fry the kitchen, being chased by monkeys for snacks, being stained with ink on my face by the "automatic symbol-drawing machine" invented by the master - this is how I grew up.
On my eighteenth birthday, my master kicked me down the mountain and said, "Get out of here, the doom has come, don't come back to make a living."
I carried twenty steamed buns home and found that my family was in ruins, my father was lame, my mother was blind, and there were seven "yin-gathering and yang-gathering piles" buried in the yard.
Zhao Dahu did it.
After breaking the formation that night, three men in black robes came to the door: "The reincarnation of the spiritual snake? Just in time, the leader needs your blood to refine the medicine."
While I was desperately trying, a girl rushed out of the old house in Zhenxi and ran into my arms: "Help! There is a ghost singing opera inside!"
Her name is Li Yue, a graduate student in the Department of Archeology. She has a pair of "spiritual pupils" that can see the past of objects.
Qian Jinshan, a fat boy who was setting up a stall next to him, came over with a kitchen knife: "You can get a knife on credit, but you can only pay it back when it's bloody - Hey brother, your seal is black, why don't you buy a knife to defend yourself?"
That night, the three of us broke into the century-old haunted house.
On the stage, the famous actor Bai Dieyi, who was wearing a wedding dress, said quietly: "I have been dead for seventy years, and I claim seven lives every seven years. This year, forty-ninth year, I still have to die.
