Mo Xiaoji roared with open eyes, expecting cold wind followed by a ghost’s entrance, thinking she hadn’t learned from television?
The ghost really came.
A woman in an emerald green embroidered silk dress walked in gracefully, wearing light green satin embroidered shoes with two small butterflies that seemed to flutter in the grass as she moved.
Mo Xiaoji frowned. She hated female ghosts wearing embroidered shoes – they always looked so creepy.
Damn it, female ghosts always did this, making her gnash her teeth. If she,Mo Xiaoji, became a ghost, hmph! She would never come to scare people.
Ghosts who scare people are the most unethical, damn them.
The female ghost delicately extended her crimson-nailed hand, touching the doorframe, her eyes casting a coy glance atMo Xiaoji, her gaze like tearful pear blossoms, pitiful and charming.
Her porcelain-like face, delicate nose, and slightly upturned mouth.
Mo Xiaoji couldn’t help but admire her. A ghost is a ghost, with such a figure and appearance, she was truly a sight to behold.
The ghost’s hair was fluffy like clouds, with no hairpin, just a pink peony flower behind her ear, making her flower-like face even more breathtakingly beautiful.
Wearing pearl earrings and a gemstone necklace, she radiated an ethereal glow, with a slender waist, silk-like white skin, and a perfectly proportioned body, enchantingly graceful and captivating.
Mo Xiaoji was frustrated. Why are you showing off?
I’m not even a handsome guy, what do you want?
Moxiaoji is seven years old, and I am happy that she has finally turned seven.
Every night, I have been having nightmares, afraid that she won’t survive until tomorrow.
On her seventh birthday, I made her a large flower crown and placed it on her head.
She hugged me tightly and said, “Brother Yu, when I grow up, will you marry me and be my husband?”
Her little face was full of sunshine, dispelling all the shadows in my heart.
I also held her tightly, wanting to tell her, “Okay, I’m willing. I will protect you for my entire life.”
But I couldn’t say it out loud, I just held her small body even tighter.
The day I had been waiting for finally arrived, and my father casually said to me: “Kill her.”
All her playmates had already died, and Moxiaoji was the “her” my father spoke of.
I was thirteen that year, and my sword skills were already better than my father’s, but I still couldn’t protect Moxiaoji because of the witch, whose magical powers were beyond my resistance.
I hid the sword in my sleeve, watching Moxiaoji run to me with a giggle. She playfully pinched my face: “My Brother Yu is the most handsome person in the world. I wish I could be as good-looking as Brother Yu.”
Her arms wrapped around my neck, coyly asking me to carry her.
The sword in my hand slowly lost its murderous intent. In front of Moxiaoji, I was always the beautiful young man Hao Lianyue, not the murderous demon.
“You don’t want to kill her.”
I knew who was speaking behind me – it was Hao, my true companion from childhood.
But Moxiaoji would never know of his existence, for he was the shadow guarding the tomb.
A shadow closer to the Prince than any bodyguard.
Moxiaoji fell asleep in my arms. Hao’s magical powers could rival a witch’s, and whenever he spoke to me, Moxiaoji would always be unconscious.
I will now translate the text into English:
I thought the days would continue like this, but I occasionally heard the witch tell my father: “Kill Miss Mo Xiaoji, water the tomb of King Jun with her blood, and we’ll know if she’s the person they’re looking for.”
I stepped back in shock, and after the witch left, I rushed into the house and had a fierce argument with my father.
My father stormed away. I know my father – he was afraid the witch would harm me, so he didn’t dare to defy her orders.
For the first time, I wanted to leave here forever with Xiaoji. I ran out of the house and saw the terrified Mo Xiaoji.
I had no way to explain everything to her, I just wanted to take her away from here forever.
I hid her in the bushes, then lured my father and the witch away. When I returned, Mo Xiaoji had disappeared.
I heard the witch and my father’s exclamations and realized that Xiaoji had fallen into King Jun’s tomb.
I watched the witch and my father go down to find Mo Xiaoji, and I followed. To our surprise, Mo Xiaoji had vanished.
No one knew where she went, and I didn’t know either.
Only the witch’s eyes were unusually bright, and her smile became eerie.
My heart tightened again. I knew I should go find Hao. Perhaps only he could find Mo Xiaoji and keep her safe.
And I was willing to give her to Hao forever, no longer caring about the pain in my heart.
Moxiaoji’s pie rolled onto the ground, and she collapsed onto the bed.
The middle-aged servant also emerged from a corner, laughing face-to-face with the female ghost.
They carefully used cloth to extract the dagger from Moxiaoji’s body, not because they were afraid of Moxiaoji, but because they feared the dagger would cause their souls to scatter and prevent them from being reborn.
The Girl Who Turned into a Snake
After an indeterminate amount of time, Moxiaoji felt her entire body sticky and slippery, struggling to push away the writhing thing on top of her and sitting up.
“Snake… snake… snake…”
Moxiaoji screamed desperately, but no sound came out. Her eyes rolled back, and she fainted.
After all, she had always been terrified of snakes, wanting to pass out at the sight of even one, let alone a pile of them.
After another indeterminate period, Moxiaoji awoke again, hoping everything had been a nightmare. She remembered eating the sweet pie the female ghost gave her, then passing out.
Moxiaoji tried to slowly open her eyes, sadly discovering: “Snakes, so many snakes! Black, white, green, coiling all over her body.” Moxiaoji weakly swayed, preferring to face the female ghost over these snakes.
Moxiaoji mustered all her strength to crawl out of the snake pile.
“Crawl” – Moxiaoji’s nerves were shocked beyond anything before.
Moxiaoji stretched out her hand. Her hand? Where was her hand?
Her foot? Where was her foot?
When Moxiaoji saw that her extended foot was a white, scale-covered tail, she completely fainted.
Moxiaoji sadly realized her hands were gone, her feet were gone – what was left of her? Only a white, scale-covered tail.
She fainted again, overwhelmed by the shock.
As dawn gradually broke, Moxiaoji, awake once more, first tried to save herself from the slippery snake pile.
Moxiaoji wriggled and slithered.
But she discovered no matter where she crawled, there were only snakes.
She had always hated snakes, never imagining she would become such an ugly creature. Truly karmic retribution.
Moxiaoji was on the verge of tears.
A delicate jade hand with blood-red nails reached out from somewhere and grabbed Moxiaoji.
White Python
Then Moxiaoji heard a pleasant giggling laugh.
“What a beautiful little snake. Who would have thought my sister would turn into such a lovely snake? I’ve transformed many girls into snakes, but never a white one with scales. This is a rare sight in a hundred years.”
Before Moxiaoji could react, a male voice spoke: “Junior sister, you don’t understand. She has an immortal fate, naturally different from ordinary people. Even as a snake, she’s extraordinary.”
“Oh!” Moxiaoji was held up close for careful examination.
Without opening her eyes, she knew who was speaking.
That hateful female ghost and the middle-aged servant who had tricked her into the courtyard.
The female ghost spoke coyly: “Senior brother, when shall we deliver these women to the sorcerer?”
“We’ll set out tonight,” the middle-aged man replied.
“Plop” – Poor Moxiaoji was thrown back into the snake pit.
