Jiuding Dragon Palace, Huangmi Archives, Snow Mountain Corpse, Yin and Yang Inn.
Since I borrowed my life from the underworld, this life has been restless. Every time I borrow my life, it is a life-and-death game. After fighting to the death again and again and surviving again and again, I am waiting for the next secret order from the underworld so that I can live again. When I feel that I have got rid of the entanglement of fate, I find that God has prepared a coffin for me!
Wonderful excerpt:
A few years ago, the villagers called my house "Lee's Turret", which means that the walls of my house are as airtight as the turret.
Other people's yard is square, and my courtyard wall is round. It looks a bit like a circular fortification during the war from a distance.
A few years later, the villagers called my home "Lijiafen" again.
Because, that year, there was a Mr. Feng Shui in the village. I didn't know what to do, so I wanted to come into my yard and have a look. As a result, my dad took his arm and went out.
That Mr. Feng Shui swore outside my house that my dad didn't pretend to understand, and he built a Feng Shui Bureau of "Gankun according to the moon", but surrounded the cliff inside. That's not feng shui backing, that's building a grave for yourself, and sooner or later you will have no children or daughters.
My father gave the man two masks when he went out, and almost got into a fight with the host who invited Mr. Wang. Since then, the villagers don't like dealing with my family very much.
However, my dad doesn't care. He doesn't talk to the villagers very much and rarely goes out of the house. He stays at home all day to raise chickens.
Others raise chickens with at most two cocks. My father keeps cocks all over the yard, but he has no mother.
People say that cocks that have been raised for more than five years can't eat. If the chicken eats too many poisonous insects, the toxin will seep into the meat. Eating chicken for five years is almost like eating arsenic.
My chickens have been kept in cages for many years. Father also specially bought worms from outside to feed the chickens.
I have seen him send centipedes home several times. He poured several inches of centipedes directly into the chicken coop, and the centipedes climbed out along the trough. Father picked them up empty-handed and threw them into the henhouse like a tree stick.
My scalp is numb when I look at it. My dad never takes it seriously. Those chickens are kept in cages all the year round, with red eyes and fierce looks everywhere, not to mention centipedes. Even if they throw a snake in, they can eat it alive.
Stranger still, my cock never crows. Even if someone else's cock crows, it is silent.