I knocked down the ginseng fruit tree with one blow, but underneath the tree were full of baby corpses.
Inside the Five Immortals Temple, Zhenyuanzi raised his sleeve, revealing a sinister smile.
As the branches swayed, countless clear winds and bright moons fell from the ginseng fruit tree, laughing wildly as they surrounded me.
The entire Mount Wanshou trembled, devoid of immortal aura at the Daoist gate, only the purgatory of the end times.
I am Fahai.
In order to confront the snake demon, I became pregnant, carrying a baby with three heads in my belly.
He waved dozens of long limbs through my belly, his jelly-like body slowly wriggling, with hundreds of eyes tightly arranged all over his body.
I stretched my neck to kiss my belly, "Good child, grow quickly, mother loves you."
My cousin, who had always excelled in her studies, suddenly went crazy before the college entrance examination.
The next day, the richest family in the village, the Diao family, sent a sedan chair to marry her off.
The villagers all laughed, saying, "The Diao family is so shrewd, marrying a crazy bride?"
A few days later, my cousin's academically challenged husband got into college.
That night, my cousin passed away.
On the fifteenth of July, during the grave-sweeping festival, I suddenly saw her appear on the ancestral altar in my home.
She was greedily swallowing gold ingots.
She had returned.
The shining Ling Mountain is right in front of us, and several senior brothers are excitedly urging us to go up the mountain.
But I smelled a stench of corpses, and through the morning mist, I saw that this Ling Mountain was like a giant mouth wide open.
The towering trees on both sides of the road turned into sharp fangs, with human skulls hanging on those fangs.
I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me because of the morning mist, so I shook my head hard.
Just then, I heard the master whispering:
"If I don't enter hell, who will?"
Hell? What hell? Could it be that what I see in front of me is not Ling Mountain but hell?
In the office, a colleague suddenly enveloped in black mist, a dark shadow rose behind her, staring at me menacingly.
"Finally, I found you."
I stood frozen in place, watching him approach me step by step.
Just as he was about to grab me, a middle-aged couple covered in blood appeared and pushed me back.
"They're here, run!"
The next moment, I woke up abruptly, sitting on the bed, gasping for breath.
In the fourteenth year of the Tianbao era in the Tang Dynasty, a Tang army scout was killed by rebel forces. The rebels cruelly removed his internal organs, filled his belly with stones, and sank him in the river.
However, the body floated on the river surface instead of sinking. The rebel leader was greatly shocked and ordered his men to shoot arrows at the body. In an instant, arrows rained down but none hit the target.
Suddenly, the body rose up, walked on water, and wherever it passed, frost formed, vegetation turned black instantly, and everything stood still and died.
Half a day later, another group of rebel forces who came to regroup were astonished to find that the vanguard troops had all died stiff in their camp.
These soldiers maintained their pre-death postures: some pulling bows, some holding guns, some sitting on the ground... Their common feature was bleeding from the seven orifices, stiff but not falling.
The rebels were greatly shocked and fled overnight, sparing the living beings in that area.
At that time, mysterious legends circulated in the streets of Chang'an. It was said that occasionally, when looking up at the sky at night, one could see a pair of eyes overlooking the earth, watching over the city of Chang'an.
People never noticed our presence, but we have always been there.
We are the mirror of the Tang Dynasty, reflecting Chang'an in the night of the prosperous Tang era, dispelling evil spirits.
I was bowing my head and rummaging through my bag for earphones on the high-speed train.
Suddenly, a strong stench hit my nose.
When I looked back, I saw a man resting his sockless feet on the back of my seat.
Upon seeing me glare at him, the man disdainfully glanced at me, lowered his head, and continued watching bizarre videos.
"Do you have any manners?" I couldn't bear it any longer.
"No," the man replied nonchalantly.
In an instant, I understood that speaking politely to someone like him was like farting silently.
I continued, "Do you have any shame?"
"No, I don't," the man replied.
Even the lady next to him gave him a disdainful look.
"Do you have any regard for your life?"
The man hesitated, looking at me with a doubtful expression.
"Do you have any regard for your life?" I repeated.
"How can you take my life?" the man regained his composure and laughed as if he had heard a funny joke.
I looked at him determinedly and said slowly, "When we reach the next stop, at the second intersection, you will be hit by a car and die."
The man became angry and ashamed, "You damn girl, stop spouting nonsense, or I'll rip your mouth apart."
Then he sarcastically remarked, "Are you some kind of fairy from heaven? You say I'll die, so I'll die?"
I didn't want to argue with him any longer, so I called the train attendant.
As I passed by the man before changing seats, I whispered gently, "You will die a gruesome death."
"Fuck..." I heard the man curse from behind. I suddenly stopped, stood in place, and without looking back, I said to the astonished train attendant, "The more viciously he curses, the more terrible his death will be."
I am the emperor of the South Xiang Kingdom.
One day, I woke up and accidentally discovered that I could hear the thoughts of the concubines in the harem.
Quiet and obedient Jingfei: "The spiritual spring water in the space is really good. The ginseng has been growing vigorously for a hundred years."
Playful and charming Lifei: "When the east is not bright, the west is bright. I look exactly like your father."
Reserved and steady Ningfei: "It took so long to conquer the empress, and I'm only at level 1?"
The graceful empress: "In my previous life, my whole family died tragically. In this lifetime..."
Can someone tell me what kind of monsters and demons these are!
My parents learned a primitive method to have a son.
They used a knife soaked in medicine to cut the throats of the twin sisters, drank their blood, and the next pregnancy resulted in a son.
That night, my twin sisters were carried into a cave and had their throats cut.
One year later, my mother indeed gave birth to a pair of sons.
But are they really sons?
Is it possible that they are just evil demons dragging them into hell?
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