I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse

"What’s the Lucky Cat?"

Zhao’er turned her head to look at you and asked simply.

"It’s a rather obscure form of witchcraft, and the methods used are quite cruel. They put a cat in a coffin and place it on an altar. Once the cat is confined, it will desperately scratch the coffin, which sounds like ’Lucky Cat’ in Chinese. It’s said this kind of witchcraft can bring a great fortune to an individual."

You thought Zhao’er would just end the conversation with a simple "Oh," but instead she said, "Witchcraft is an obscure art, fortune and misfortune go hand in hand."

You were taken aback, for a moment even thinking you had misheard her. Zhao’er was actually capable of saying something so profound.

Seeing you look at her intently, Zhao’er slightly tilted her head, still with an innocent and dazed expression, and asked, "Is that wrong?"

"No, of course it’s right."

You smiled and nodded at Zhao’er, but then the conversation took a turn and, with a frown, you said, "However, as far as I know, there are only two ways to nail a coffin shut, one is with seven nails, and the other is with nine nails. The seven nails are for nailing down the human soul, which represents everything a person experiences in life. By pinning the human soul in the coffin, you preserve everything from their current life inside; nine nails are rarely used, and it’s said that only enemies resort to this method, to nail a person’s human soul, Heavenly Soul, and Earthly Soul inside the coffin. The human soul cannot be taken away by ghosts, it’s doomed to wander around the grave forever, unable to be reincarnated."

"Then why did he use eight nails?" Zhao’er suddenly asked.

"I don’t know ... huh?" you paused suddenly, and said to Zhao’er, "Zhao’er, how do you know he used eight nails?"