°····**? It was an era when the sun itself was unsteady? My mother lost her way on the road to the hospital? and gave birth to me in a graveyard in the dead of night.
People said that being born at such an hour meant one's life was as cheap as a dog's? but that afterward one would become a dragon or tiger.
Yet after I was born? I kept falling mysteriously ill? Not even the big hospitals could do anything for me? and there were so many critical-condition notices that my mother stacked them up? bound them together? and made them into exercise books.
To keep me alive, my mother visited countless people, exhausting every strange folk remedy and unorthodox cure she could think of, until at last she found a fortune-teller who could calculate people's fates by pinching his fingers.
The fortune-teller said that before I was even born, someone had already schemed against me. A yin year, a yin lunar month, a yin hour, a yin place, and a yin ghost acting as midwife—I had been born with an overwhelming yin aura, one that attracted fierce ghosts. He also said that this kind of fate was called an "Yin Corpse Ghost Fate," and that it was utterly incurable. Even if every method were tried, I definitely would not live past seven. After death, I would even be raised into a "Blood-Clothed Little Ghost" by that crooked-hearted person and driven to harm others.
My mother was stupefied when she heard that. The thought of me turning into a ghost and harming people after death made her whole body prickle with fear. She hurriedly begged the fortune-teller to save me? He had still possessed a little compassion? but after making a quick calculation with his fingers? he immediately slung