I was born a "soulless dead baby".
In order to keep my breath, my grandfather sewed a half-ghost, half-demon heart into my chest, and forced me to sleep holding a wordless spiritual tablet every night.
In the past eighteen years, people in the village have avoided me like a snake and a scorpion, but the lonely ghosts in the mountains have been greedy for my "Tang Monk flesh".
On the eve of his eighteenth birthday, my grandfather died tragically and mysteriously.
The whole village sealed the entrance to the village, hoping to use me as a living sacrifice to appease the evil spirits behind me.
Waiting for death?
I put on the blood-red wedding dress with my backhand, lit the dragon and phoenix wedding candles, held the spiritual tablet and forcibly bowed to the heaven and earth.
"You have eaten my incense for eighteen years. Tonight, I want you to marry me!"
That night, the dark wind came through and hundreds of ghosts cried at night.
The eight-carrying black coffin trampled through the village. The ten thousand-year-old evil god who had haunted me in my dreams for eighteen years stepped on the fire of endless karma and lifted the red hijab for me, overturning the entire mountain with one move.
"Chuchu, since I lit the lamp and summoned this deity, you can only be mine in this life."
Later, I took this god with me to college.
While others skipped classes and fell in love, I visited morgues at night to catch evil spirits; while others worked part-time as part-timers, I saved evil spirits and earned merit.
All the metaphysic masters looked at the century-old spirit that I had trampled under my feet, and collectively fell into madness.
But my decisive and decisive ghost fairy husband leaned lazily on my shoulder, his eyes full of rage and obsession:
"Madam, this ghost looks very healthy. Did you chop it up for your husband and make soup for you?"
