Chapter 1: The Thousand-Year Curse _1
Epigraph:
Before you start reading, please adjust your mood and switch your thinking. (￣▽￣)
The protagonist of this book is referred to in the second person—you—unlike the usual first person·author (I) and third person (Li Muyun).
From now on, you are the protagonist, and your name is Li Muyun.
Main Text:
"Matchmaker ties a big peach knot, a rat carries a stinky cat, a mosquito lays a swan egg, it breaks, bloody, don't respond when it's dark..."
A creepy nursery rhyme came from your pocket, you took out your phone and said weakly, "Beauty, great beauty, do you have any other orders?"
"You little brat, it's only the hour of the monkey, why are you so listless already?" your mom's scolding voice came from the phone, "Let me tell you, tonight is the crucial moment for you to defy fate and change your destiny. If you miss it, you'll end up just like your deadbeat dad, not living past twenty!"
Today is the fifteenth of the seventh lunar month, Ghost Festival; it's also your eighteenth birthday.
"Yes, yes, rest assured, to continue the Li family line, I will definitely follow through."
You hung up the phone, hands behind your head, lying on a hillside in the northwest of Qian County, facing the mausoleum of Empress Wu Zetian of the Great Zhou Dynasty, hundreds of meters away from you.