My hand slowly reached into the depths of my black eyes. When I touched them, they suddenly surged into my being, jolting me awake.

I slept next to the Red Fairy, gazing back at her veiled figure from last night. That voice lingered in my mind.

When I woke up, regarding the four of them, I felt nothing—it was as if it had all been a dream.

I began to move slowly, hoping the Red Fairy was still standing there, feeling nothing at all.

I slowly stretched my arm. Just as I sat there in a daze, lost in thought, my aunt slowly approached from behind. In one hand, she held a mirror, and in the other, a pile of black trash.

The moment I entered the room, I saw my aunt inspecting the space. Later, I noticed the veil on the Red Elf's face wasn't hair. I sighed and looked at myself sitting on the ground. Was she offering me a helping hand? Would she reflect on my past?

"Does the land feel cool on the ground? Come. Let me show you something fun."

I followed him to my aunt's side. She stretched out her hand, inviting me to sit down. I was already seated. My aunt took out the mirror and placed it in front of me. She pinched that strip of black paper and read aloud words I couldn't understand. After explaining, she flung the paper into the air, and it suddenly disappeared. Watching it, I thought to myself—just as I wanted to see the paper burn mid-air—it happened.

My aunt wielded great power.

Seeing the expression on my aunt's face, I understood that there was an important reason behind this. I told my aunt that I had fallen asleep at the Mass Graveyard and had married that mysterious middle-aged man from her dark secrets.

In response, my aunt told me three words of destruction. I heard she wanted my grandmother to return immediately.

When grandmother came to see me, she said, "I've told you before, you're not allowed to live your life peacefully, especially at night. I warned you that you're never entirely blown by the wind. Are you entering from the left now and exiting from the right?"

Hurriedly, I explained, "What I saw yesterday is where I want to go. Look at the wound on the back of my head—it's from those people chasing me."

Aunt listened to my words and gently touched my head, asking, "Are you staying here for a few days? I've already called your uncle."

After I nodded in agreement, my aunt resolutely stayed behind while I returned alone!

After my aunt left, I looked at the Red Fairy statue standing beside me and felt as though a hundred thorns pierced through me.

Looking at God in the darkness, I remembered that door wasn't open. Standing there, I walked to the door, gently pushed it open, opened the back door, and felt a touch of warmth as the sunlight hit me.

I had no intention of entering the Red Fairy's realm. So I sat on the wooden plank at the door, staring out at the landscape through the window.

Truth be told, it was a divine view, perhaps the finest—the Wolong Mountain. Nearby flowed a small stream where tiny creatures came to drink water.

Sitting at the doorway, you could see the gentle stream. If you stayed here for a while, you'd glimpse the animals quenching their thirst.

Though every time I saw the dieting animals, I felt tempted to catch them, grandmother would appear, interrupting my thoughts.

She would tell me not to harm those animals, saying, "Everything is alive. Let them go to die when it's their time; then they'll tell you everything."

When I was in a trance on the Five Continents grasslands, I'd only occasionally stealthily observe, as though something was moving across it.

I could barely discern a little head among the grass. Narrowing my eyes to see clearly, I found what looked like something unsettling.

This thing was either a mouse or a snake. Panicking, I ran back toward God's field of vision and shouted to my aunt in the middle, "Aunt, Aunt, come out quickly! There are snakes and mice outside!"

My aunt shouted back, "Why are you yelling? There's heavy Yin energy in your body. It's cloudy. It's okay. Don't stand in God's position. They won't dare approach you. Come out with me and breathe in the cloud vapors. It's good for you. Don't hide it behind Taoist principles for me. You must stand your ground for me."

Hearing my aunt's words stung my heart. Gradually, I stepped forward. Opening the door, the sight of the mice and snakes startled me. I saw them—it boosted my courage.

Rather than retreat, I sat by the door, thinking about the mice and snakes lying there—like needles and blankets. However, I complied with my aunt's instructions and patiently stayed there.

Instead, the snakes lay quietly beneath the same roof, sleeping alongside the mice by my sides, mice and snakes together like a family, unbothered by the strangeness of it.

Now the odds were slim. I truly wanted the former senior doctor to think they could face second-year dormitories fearlessly and perish without a second thought!! Reflecting on this brought me joy.

The thought made me laugh, and as I looked at the quiet tongue of the snake lying nearby, I unconsciously wanted to comfort them.

I had always been fond of snakes since childhood—their cold blood, their greed.

Even though I thought this, my hands seemed quicker than my thoughts. Already, my hands had touched it.

My snake, sensing my comfort, flicked its tongue, slowly slithering along my arm.

On my arm, I felt its strange movements playing. My hand playfully stroked the snake's head.

As I played, tiny creatures quietly appeared around me. I carried a box filled with water—it seemed I was cleaning dishes.

Turning back to look at the snake I was playing with, my aunt frowned tightly, and I quickly used my arm to push the snake off.

Contrary to expectation, she smiled affectionately instead. My aunt looked at me and sighed deeply, saying, "Do you know what kind of snake you're touching? Don't think of this snake as just cold-blooded. No, it's clothed. He was drawn to the Yin coolness of your body, and he enjoys watching your arm. You say that sometimes this nephew snake won't appear until the day you die."

Upon hearing my aunt say the snake could be my sole companion, I was stunned. I looked down at it. Now it was sliding off the snake's body, curling at my feet.

After eating a bowl of rice, my aunt carried a small bundle and hurried indoors to the house where I had been living and sleeping during the day.

I didn't know what it was then. Now I had eaten three bowls of rice from my belly. The meat on the table was being prepared for processing.

My aunt inspected my food and spoke of a panicked man, saying, "The dish is clean!"

Lying on the bed in the red house, recently my upper eyelids started to fight with my lower ones. Soon I drifted into a dream.

As I slept, the wind flowed through the hall, the Red Fairy's being slowly transforming.

The Red Fairy's eyes gradually began to flow with thick, black liquid. The statue's front oozed the essence pooling into a black pond, within which black bubbles gathered.

Gradually, the scent from the black pond's water grew powerfully strong, something I'd never smelled before.

Slowly, the liquid rose from the pond, taking the shape of a silhouette, forming piece by piece. Eventually, it stretched lazily toward the moon outside the window.

Strange laughter echoed in the ears of God.

Suddenly, that figure angrily pointed at the sky and shouted, "Three thousand years! I finally emerge! You trapped me for three thousand years. I swear—I will make sure you never escape!"

The shadow moved, slowly heading toward Ann Hao's home, bypassing the door, walking straight inside.

He rested his chin on his hand, staring at Ann Hao.

Looking at him, he said, "Though it's not perfect, it's one of many! Let me temporarily leave this body. I'll wait until I'm ready to finally come forth!"

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