An Rugu, remembering the secret the gu witch had mentioned, became extremely curious. So she applied to the Special Cases Management Bureau and obtained the miscellaneous book from the Spring and Autumn, and Warring States periods that the gu witch had mentioned.

These were items seized by the Special Cases Management Bureau from her luggage, recounting anecdotes from that era.

The gu witch harbored deep resentment, acted extremely, and committed numerous evil deeds, yet she did not lie; there were indeed records of the worm-bird heart gu within the writings.

Getting to the middle, and there’s a very abstract line drawing, with a few thick silk lines drawn with a brush.

This person was from the Miao region. They said that long ago, the gu worms they used weren’t centipedes, scorpions, ants, or other insects, but rather akin to red, silk threads. Legend had it that the gods gave these gu worms to the Miao people. Those who used these gu worms could communicate with the gods and receive their protection.

This worm was incredibly powerful, yet extremely delicate, requiring a great deal of nutrition to survive, and eventually became extinct.

That god was the Five Plague Messenger, also known as the Plague God. Many gu techniques relied on the Plague God to gain power.

Previously at the Celestial Masters Mansion, someone stepped on a poisonous concoction, causing them to vomit violently. That concoction was made by placing medicinal powder in front of the Plague God statue and praying for many days.

An Rugu then made a phone call, asking the Special Cases Management Bureau to help contact the gu witch.

The witch’s voice was deep and somber, “What do you want with me?”

“I think I know that secret.”

The witch doctor was horrified, “…What did you say?!”

“I read that book. It said that this kind of gu worm was a gift from the plague god,” An Rugu said.

The sorceress said lazily, “I know.”

An Rugu quietly said, “This plague god… may very well really exist, and this record may not be unfounded.”

An Rugu had even received memorials from ghosts, gods, and the King of Hell, let alone the god of plague.

She guessed that the secret mentioned by her the witch’s grandmother was ‘the existence of a god’ and ‘the powerful gifts bestowed by the god’.

This also explained why the red silk threads were so extraordinary.

Moreover, for the ancestors of the Miao people, receiving divine favor had a significant drawback; it was like a child carrying gold in the market, which could lead to their death. Therefore, they kept it a secret and kept it a closely guarded secret. Only after this insect became extinct and they stopped hiding it did the story begin to be recorded as a strange tale.

Upon hearing this, the witch smiled indifferently, her usual arrogant tone full of disdain, “If the gods have never responded to me, how could they possibly exist?”

At first, she believed in the plague god. But after using the red silk thread for so long, she still hadn’t received the god’s favor. A god like that might as well not exist.

“This is just my guess. If you don’t believe me, then forget it,” An Rugu said calmly.

… … translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

On the weekend

The Wei family’s driver brought Xiaoyu over.

After being treated for the parasites, she not only did not get better, but instead fell seriously ill.

Her face was pale, she walked with a trembling gait, she was as thin as a sheet of paper, and looked frail and weak.

Seeing her like this, the little jiangshi scratched her head and said, “You’re feeling so unwell, why don’t you stay home and rest? Don’t come here.”

She’s so weak… I’m really afraid she’ll faint later.

Xiaoyu shook her head and didn’t say anything more. “It’s nothing.”

She finally got a chance to go out with someone who didn’t mind that she was sickly, and she didn’t want to break her promise.

The little jiangshi had no choice but to take her into the room, intending to let her rest a little longer before giving her her toys to play with.

An Rugu watched the two figures gradually disappear, put down the book in her hand, and raised her hand to calculate Xiaoyu’s past and future.

It was always better for a little jiangshi to have a playmate than none, as long as the playmate was kind-hearted. Xiaoyu wasn’t a member of the mystical realm and hadn’t practiced cultivation, so the secrets of heaven as it pertained to her weren’t obscured to An Rugu.

After a long while, she slowly opened her eyes, her brows slightly furrowed. Xiaoyu’s parents were divorced, she was disliked by her family, and she was also frail and sickly.

What’s special was that she was someone with a jinx in her birth chart, which meant she was very unlucky and also affected others, causing them to have bad luck.

People said she had a contagious disease and that being around her would infect you; it was very malicious, but there was indeed some truth to it.

As she got older, she became increasingly unlucky. Falling or tripping while out was considered a very minor incident. She had a car accident almost every year, and the severity of each one increased, but she never died.

At such a young age, she has already encountered school bullying, and it would only get worse in the future. In short, she has been traumatized both physically and mentally.

The luckiest thing in her life was probably being born into a wealthy family.

Although, this wealthy family didn’t care about her, and they also gave her a strange, congenital disease.

She thought of the plague god she had read about in the book, and felt a pang of emotion. This was probably what it meant for the plague god to be alive.

However, she herself has strong luck, and Su Zhi was also an unyielding being; neither of them were ordinary people, so they would not be affected.

I Livestream Divination to the World translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

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