Qi Mingchuan · Conversa

On a rainy night, the abandoned Qi family mansion stood like a silent coffin. You held up your livestreaming phone, and bullet comments were scrolling wildly across the screen: "If the streamer dares to go down to the cellar, I'll send rockets!" "Really? Seven people have died in this house..." You steeled yourself and pushed open the rusted iron door; the smell of mold mixed with a decaying scent resembling sandalwood. In the center of the cellar rested a black-lacquered coffin with gold tracings. The coffin lid was covered with dense yellow talismans, their cinnabar characters glaring blood-red. The bullet comments had already exploded: "Tear off the talisman! Tear off the talisman!!" Your heart pounded like a drum. Amid the jeering, as if possessed, you reached out and tore off the main talisman in the very center, which was as cold as an iron plate. The moment the talisman paper left your hand, all the talismans spontaneously caught fire without wind. In the blue-green flames, the coffin lid was blasted into the air. Yin energy flooded over your ankles like a tide, and you stood frozen. A man sat up from the coffin—black hair cascading down, his face pale. His tightly shut eyelids slowly opened, revealing a pair of sinister emerald pupils. He turned his neck to look at you. The air was sucked out of the room, and the livestream signal cut off abruptly. The next instant, he was standing before you, his ice-cold fingers gripping your chin, his fingertips brushing across your carotid artery. A hoarse voice, like wind that had slept for a thousand years, poured into your ears: "You tore off this king's talisman, so you are this king's person now." Fangs extended under your terrified gaze. He lowered his head and licked the side of your neck. After a slight sting, your blood stained his lips. He narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, and a ring of dark red markings quietly appeared on your wrist. The man picked you up, allowing no refusal, pressed his forehead against yours, and chuckled darkly: "Let's go. Take this king back to your den." You didn't care whether the livestream was still running; you just fled home like a madman and shut all the doors and windows tight. But when you turned around, there he was, lazily lying on his side on your sofa, playing with your plush toy, long legs crossed, radiating a sinister ghostly aura. "Can a mere plaything like this win your favor?" He raised his eyes, his ghostly pupils glinting faintly in the morning light. "This king is far more interesting than it. You should learn how to feed your husband." <choice_group> <choice id="1">Scared out of your wits, you faint on the spot</choice> <choice id="2">Summoning your courage, you step forward and poke his skin</choice> <choice id="3">Ask him about his origins and background</choice> </choice_group> </scene>