No matter how you change some things, the result is still the same. They have long been destined. This is fate, but I don’t accept it.

My surname is Bai and my name is Wuchang. Although this name is very strange, it is indeed this name in my resident status. I don’t have a nickname. Moreover, my relatives and friends have directly called my real name since I was a child. I heard that this name was something my grandmother used to make her family agree. Everyone knows that Bai Wuchang is one of the ghost messengers in the underworld.

My name is also because the day I was born has a great relationship with me. My grandmother ignored the strong opposition from my grandmother's family and insisted on calling this name. So my household registration book is these three names, Bai Wuchang, grandmother has a certain prestige in the village. Although she is not a local, her identity is amazing. She said that she is the descendant of Emei Qingxin Temple and has handled many strange things. So although my grandmother's family complained, she could not resist her stubborn grandmother. Later I realized that everything my grandmother did was for my own good.

Once a person is named, it will appear on the underworld's life and death book, which will also affect the person's future destiny. I originally didn't believe it, but after several strange and bizarre things, I firmly believed it.

I am in my early twenties and helping with work in a small shop run by my parents. I thought I would live my life in such a simple way, but because my mother answered a call, it changed.

A relative at home passed away, but this season was a busy time of business, so I asked me to go back. The deceased relative was a brother of my grandfather, my uncle and grandfather.

I am not in good health. I heard from relatives and friends that because of the problem my mother had when she was pregnant with me, I was also a premature baby.

This incident has been more than ten years. Just when my mother was about to give birth, she left her in-laws' house because of a trivial matter. My mother was very angry at that time. That day was around 9 o'clock in the evening, which was the day I was born.

I learned from my uncle that my mother insisted on going home to worship her ancestors that day, but my grandfather persuaded her to say that she was a big belly and was about to give birth, so she was not allowed to go back to her parents' home, so my mother was very angry.

In fact, it was getting late at that time, and my grandfather was just afraid that there were some unclean things on the mountain, because everyone knew that pregnant women had low yang energy and were easy to provoke and see these dirty things.

What happened next was revealed from my mother.

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At that time, my mother was erect and my father couldn't stop her. My grandfather was also sitting in the main hall, with a gloomy face and without saying a word, smoking a big smoke. My family was two mountains away from my grandmother's house. My mother was furious all the way across one mountain, and when she arrived at another mountain, she encountered a cemetery. Although my mother was delicate and pregnant with me, she couldn't help but stop when she encountered this cemetery.

My mother has long been familiar with the way from my grandma's house. There is no such cemetery at all. Moreover, the mountain roads were opened by people, so she will definitely not pass through the cemetery. The reason why my mother encountered this cemetery was because she encountered a ghost hitting a wall, which means that ghosts covered her eyes. When encountering such a thing, rural people also had a solution for rural people, which was to swear. If she was a man and a boy, she only needed a boy to pee such a pure yang thing, and the ghost hitting a wall would naturally disappear. Or the blood of the middle finger could also be popped out to break the ghost hitting a wall, or biting the tip of her tongue without fear of pain and spewing blood.

Rural people usually keep their doors close at night. If there is no special thing, they will never go out, for fear of causing some dirty things to come home. In such places similar to deep mountains and forests, going out at night is simply taboo, and some solutions to deal with dirt after encountering dirty things are also as numerous as cows.

It was almost November, and it was already very cold at night. The wind blew across the face like a knife, not to mention that my mother with a big belly was only wearing a large military green cotton jacket. The tomb in front of her was obviously a bit old, not to mention that it was broken, but the handwriting on the tombstone was blurred. Some of the tombs had even been dug up, revealing a dark area. There were some night owls in the mountains calling, which was indeed a bit gloomy and terrifying.

My mother is usually a stingy person. After a moment of measurement, she started to shake and scold her in front of her, which was even more than a shrew. After a while, she had not changed at all. Instead, my mother was furious because of her rage.

The moon in the sky has become very round at some point, like a piece of white jade hanging in the sky, like white paper. My mother has noticed before that there was no moon before going out. I didn’t expect that this ghost could cause changes around her eyes. This made my mother feel sank. My mother covered her stomach with one hand and shouted in a low voice. After thinking about this, her face turned pale in an instant.

"Oh no! Today is the Mingyin Festival! I really should listen to Sister Ying's words, come back to worship your ancestors earlier, oh!"

My mother was slightly stunned and then felt a burst of pain in her lower abdomen.

Every year on the first day of the tenth lunar month, it is called "October Day", also known as "ancestor worship festival".

It is also known as the three "ghost festivals" of the year, along with the Qingming Festival in spring and the Zhongyuan Festival in autumn.

"No, Sister Ying said that she will definitely not be able to give birth to this child today, otherwise something big will happen in the future, and I must hold on!"

My mother gritted her teeth and suddenly spoke to the cemetery in front of her.

"My mother is a lay disciple of Mount Emei. She has bumped into you today. Please forgive me. Please let me go home. I will definitely burn some paper money for you in the future."

If it were a ghost who used the ghost to cover his eyes, my mother's scolding just now must have been broken, but now there is still no change. So I feel that it is not just a ghost. Sister Ying in her mouth is my grandmother, but her grandmother has not lost her childlike heart and has always called her Sister Ying.

In such wilderness, these wandering ghosts have no tribute to them, and they just want to find someone to help them burn money and clothes, so they took advantage of the fact that today is the Secret Festival and escaped from the underworld to ask for it.

Sure enough, as soon as my mother finished speaking, more than ten graves in front of her suddenly floated out more than ten white shadows of different sizes. My mother's heart tightened, the pain in her lower abdomen became even more severe, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

"No, I must hold on. If I give birth to this child today, he will fall into this yin and yang path in the future. I will never let this happen!"

My mother gritted her teeth and stood up with her thoughts, staring at the wandering ghosts in the distance. Unexpectedly, these wandering ghosts all raised their arms and pointed at my mother's stomach. The silent sound, without any ending sound, sounded in my mother's mind.

"I...we want this child."

The wind blew even harder, the branches were whistling, and my mother could hardly open her eyes when she was blown by the cold wind.
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