Qiao Yuan, gender: female, occupation: medium, age: 23
Professional skills: sprinkling glutinous rice and splashing dog blood
Special trait: Her body has been cold in winter and never warm in summer since childhood. She has been taking pills for years, but she can never be completely cooled down.
Life goal: freeload and wait to die
Her days of freeloading and waiting to die ended with a strange dream.
In the dream, a little Taoist priest called for help, then bit into a wrinkled wild fruit in his final moments.
She woke with a start the next morning, chilled to the bone, with a shriveled fruit clasped in her palm, exactly like the one the little Taoist had eaten.
The little Taoist had delicate features, but Qiao Yuan felt only a chill of horror.
She was greedy for money and beauty, but that didn't mean she'd accept just any romance. This was clearly a sinister peach blossom, a fatal karmic entanglement.
She might be content to wait for death, but when death came knocking, she still wanted to live.
She threw the fruit away, but when June brought the summer heat, her house kept growing mold. At first there were only specks, but soon the patches spread.
Overnight, a complete image appeared on her bedroom wall, outlined in mold. It looked like a tree.
Worse still, mold spots began appearing on her own skin, as if she were turning into a corpse.
After praying to every god without success, Qiao Yuan followed a trail of scattered clues to a fishing village. The offerings on the altar in the village's Sea God Temple came from the same source as the dried fruit in her hand.
A folk song had been passed down through the generations in the village.
The deep sea is black, the sky out of sight, the storm comes from the east.
A ghost ship flies a tattered sail, the waves rise fathom after fathom.
The tree of eternal life stands in the heart of the sea, growing year after year, century after century.
The sea eye turns, ghost fires burn, and the spiral-shell maiden weeps in desolation.
The tree bears no flowers, the sea has no end, and there is no return for those who cross.
[An eerie, beautiful male Taoist priest x a money-loving, beauty-loving medium with a delicate constitution]
Theme: The valley spirit never dies; I am eternal
