Demons

I had my tendons severed and was buried alive in a coffin by my fiancée, but she didn’t know-I possess the King of Hell Fate!

[Folk Horror, Feng Shui, Talismanic Symbols, Incense Offerings]

Feng Shui physiognomy, skin-painting soul summoning, walking the underworld and corpse driving, solitary sorcery and head-lowering, Yin tattoos and talismanic inscriptions, string puppetry, wax-sealed Red Door,

Dogs digging pits on Grave Mound Ridge, ghosts feasting in the River God Temple, the Five Thunder Righteous Method dispelling filth, Fox, Weasel, White Snake, and Willow summoning Daoist soldiers,

Paper effigies never lit for the living, cobblers forging stitched-skin needles, Miaojiang Gu Raising, Southeast Asian Little Ghost Raising…

I am a newly appointed NPC in a horror instance.

On the third night after successfully starting work as a Maid in the Ancient Castle,

I sneaked into the room of the instance Boss with a little tail trailing behind me.

The Vampire Boss, who had been waiting for a long time, had his shirt collar wide open, faintly revealing the metallic sheen of a chain underneath.

I raised my hand to cup his handsome face as he tried to lean in and kiss me, but I only rubbed noses with him affectionately:

“Darling, our secret has been discovered.”

“If you want a reward, you’ll have to deal with those rats first.”

I was originally a Rabbit Spirit living in the mountains. To repay a kindness, I became the cousin of a young child.

We depended on each other for several years.

He was naturally prone to tears and had a gentle disposition. After becoming a Jinshi, he insisted on marrying me.

I refused, so he lay across my lap, pleading with me over and over, his eyes red from crying.

“Elder Sister, Elder Sister, have pity on me. Without you, I truly cannot live.”

Later, after I married him, I unintentionally overheard him speaking to a Yamen Runner: “Women are always soft-hearted. If she has no feelings for you, then make her pity you. If you like someone, you must have her, even if it means dying.”

At that moment, the young and handsome Qingchi County Magistrate was leisurely standing by the pond, feeding the fish. The corners of his mouth curled up in a gentle smile, his manner mild and kind.

That day, I asked Master, was what Tang Sanzang and his disciples brought back truly the True Sutra?

If it was the True Sutra, why have all beings still not escaped the sea of suffering?

After hearing this, Master was silent for a long time before saying, how do you know that the four who returned back then were really Tang Sanzang and his disciples?