I was born on a moonless, restless night. As a newborn, I didn't even have water for bathing. The midwife hastily wiped the amniotic fluid off my body, and the only sound left was my crying.
I was placed on a high table, with an incense burner placed in the southeast, northwest, and smoke seeped out from inside, covering my whole body.
People lying on the ground prayed to the gods, begging him to take away Yong's resentful soul.
The person who walked forward tremblingly was a warlock. He stretched out his dry hands and lifted up the long fetal hair from my forehead.
It was a pair of eye-shaped birthmarks on his forehead. His eyes were wide open and as bright as blood.
The warlock trembled even more violently and knelt in front of the table in a daze. His dry and cracked lips kept opening and closing, muttering words of blessing and protection, but not even a single tear came out of his eyes.
The four-eyed human-faced owl - Yong's resentful soul refused to rest in peace and entered the belly of the woman Liang.
The fetus that is conceived in ten months is a ghost fetus, which cannot be killed or kept.
Once childbirth brings disaster, it cannot be avoided or endured.
So, since the beginning of February, there has been a severe drought.