The Chronicles of Sea Orchid's Exorcism

On Sunday, I decided to practice cooking at home. Mom had told me she’d be back for lunch and expected a proper meal, so I rolled up my sleeves and got to work. For two hours, I chopped, stirred, and sautéed, determined to create a feast worthy of her praise. By noon, a lineup of dishes adorned the table, each one looking decent enough to pass as edible. All that was left was one final dish.

I stepped into the kitchen, mentally preparing to wrap up my culinary marathon, when an earsplitting explosion shattered the quiet. The sheer force of it sent a shockwave through me—I didn’t even have time to cover my ears. One thought blazed through my mind: *It’s over. The gas bottle exploded. Mom’s going to kill me for blowing up the house.*

And then, darkness.

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When I opened my eyes, I was floating in a vast, endless void. There was no ground, no sky, just an infinite expanse of nothingness. Confused, I blinked a few times and tried to make sense of my surroundings.

Then I saw him.

Standing before me was a strikingly handsome man, dressed in flowing white robes that shimmered faintly in the lightless void. His long hair was tied back neatly, held in place by a delicate white jade hairpin, and his peach blossom eyes sparkled with an amused warmth. A forged white belt hung elegantly from his slim frame, adorned with a single luminous pearl at its center. In his hand was an ancient-looking book, the pages faintly glowing as though filled with secrets.

He was smiling at me.

I stared at him, bewildered, before finally asking, “Am I dead? Are you some kind of god? Did you come to pick me up?”

The man’s smile deepened as he inclined his head slightly. “My name is Bai Wuchang Miannuo. I’m here to assist you.”

“Bai Wuchang?” I repeated, eyeing him skeptically. “You’re telling me you’re one of the famous underworld envoys? You even have a name?”

The corners of his mouth twitched, but his composure remained elegant. “Bai Wuchang is merely a title. Many like me serve the underworld, guiding souls to reincarnation or back to the mortal world. Miss Sea Orchid, your life is not yet over, but your body…” He paused, his gaze softening. “It was destroyed in the explosion. We must find you another body—a vessel suitable for your soul. However, this new body exists in a time that is not your own.”

My heart skipped a beat. “Wait—you mean I’m going to time travel?!”

Miannuo nodded gently. “That is one way to put it. If you are ready, we can proceed.”

“Wait!” I exclaimed, a sudden pang of guilt and worry striking me. “I can’t just leave like this! My mom and dad will be worried sick. I have to let them know I’m okay.”

Miannuo’s serene expression faltered slightly. “Your body is beyond repair… How do you intend to leave them a message?”

I thought quickly. “Can I… possess you for a moment? Just long enough to write a note?”

His eyes widened imperceptibly, and he hesitated before sighing. “Very well.” He made a subtle motion with his hand, and suddenly, I felt a strange force push against me. I yelled as I plummeted downward, the void disappearing in an instant.

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When I opened my eyes again, I was greeted by a horrific sight. My vision was blurry, and my head felt heavy. One eye—the left—seemed to be entirely nonfunctional. As I struggled to sit up, I noticed a grotesque, blood-red mass hanging from the edge of the sink. It took a moment to register that it was half an intestine.

Horrified, I glanced down and nearly fainted. My torso was mangled, my chest and stomach reduced to what looked like a grotesque imitation of a tomato salad.

I screamed, scrambling backward until my body—what was left of it—refused to cooperate. My mind reeled, trying to process the gruesome reality before me.

*If this is my body now… I’d rather stay dead.*

But I wasn’t here to wallow in horror. Summoning what little courage I had, I forced myself to focus. I had to leave a message for my parents. The study was too far, and I didn’t have the strength to drag myself there.

My gaze fell on the blood pooling on the floor. Desperation overpowered disgust, and I dipped my stiff, trembling fingers into the crimson puddle. On the pristine white wall, I scrawled in shaky, bloody letters:

**Mom and Dad, don’t worry. I’ve traveled through time. I’ll come back to visit you someday.**

The message, written in stark, bloody strokes, stood out like a macabre piece of abstract art. I stared at it for a moment, a twisted sense of satisfaction washing over me.

With that, I lay back down, letting the remains of my body go slack. This time, I let myself embrace the void fully.

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When I woke again, the void was gone. Instead, I found myself in a strange, unfamiliar world, my new body intact and whole. Miannuo stood nearby, his book still in hand, smiling faintly.

“Welcome to your new life,” he said softly.

I took a deep breath, bracing myself for whatever awaited me.

Returned to the misty void again. I quickly checked my body, and found that my arms and legs were all intact, and then I breathed a sigh of relief.

Mianluo motioned for me to follow him.

I was so excited that I felt so happy that I no longer had to study or take the college entrance examination, and could sleep in every day.

"Handsome boy, where are you taking me? First of all, let me declare that I will never go to the Qing Dynasty! I will die without even having a boyfriend in this life. I don't want to find a bun. What's the use of being handsome with a bare face? No matter how handsome you are, He's also a dumpling. It's your fault that my body was destroyed, and you have to compensate me." I muttered.

Mianniuo said in a very gentle and approachable way: "Don't worry, the era we went to is quite far away. We are not on the same historical line as you."

I was overjoyed and said, "So, I am traveling th