The three of them remained silent at that. It was Xie Ai who shook his head and broke the silence as he stood up, dusting off his knees. "That folktale…."
"That's true. It's completely different in the instance."
"Of course," Qi Jingguo put his arms around his lover's shoulders and said, "What else do you expect from a horror instance? Flowers and bouquets?"
In the original folktale, a little boy, born of a demon lord, was devoutly righteous, mainly because of his mother's influence. He went to the forest to meditate at the age of five. When he returned, he had completely changed and couldn't be called the son of a demon.
His father, being angry at his own son following the righteous path, started ordering the little kid to be killed. He was either thrown off a cliff, locked in a room full of poisonous snakes, or pushing him into fire. Neither of them could kill the kid as the deity saved him.
