I am a black cat demon, born in the black swamp surrounded by forests in the south. I once wandered across the Central Plains, leaving behind friends who counted with my teeth and enemies who counted with the toes of my right foot.
On a sunny early autumn day, I met a thin black horse. Its owner had black hair and black eyes. He was wearing a robe that was as shiny as silver mold. He lifted the skin on the back of my neck like other cats.
I followed him out of the fortress on his skinny horse, settled in a narrow oasis on the edge of the Gobi, and wandered under the dark shadow of the tower of the Loulan Palace.
There is a well in our yard. On the edge of the well, two big characters - not Liuli - Jiu Sheng have been carved carelessly.