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Three-year-old Niannian crawled out of the mass grave, her pink face smudged with mud but smiling sweetly—an undead general with a severed head knelt to braid her hair, a weeping female ghost stuffed osmanthus candies into her pocket, and even the thousand-year-old Ghost Emperor leaned over to hold her. But the townsfolk called her a “heaven’s curse that killed the village” and raised torches to burn her as a sacrifice. Just as the flame was about to lick her衣角, the ghost fog from the mass grave suddenly surged: the beheaded general stood in front with a rusty knife, the female ghosts cried and formed a circle around her, and the Ghost Emperor wrapped her in his black robe, his voice cold as ice: “Who dares to touch my little munchkin?” It turns out she’s not a curse—she’s the town’s spiritual doll buried alive ten years ago. A hundred ghosts guarded her for a decade, just waiting for the day she opened her eyes...
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