"There might be ghosts," Qing Li said, using an uncertain tone.
My curiosity instantly overshadowed my fear, "What do you mean by 'might be ghosts'? What's the situation with Moonless City, Grandma, can you tell me?"
"We have to start from ancient times, the origin of the Human Race is the Snake Tribe, have you heard of it?" Qing Li asked me.
I was somewhat tired initially, but I suddenly felt energized, "If it's an ancient legend, is it the story of the Snake Tribe's Nvwa creating humans?"
"That's more or less the idea. It's said that in ancient times, there was first the Human Snake Clan, and then the human ancestors,"
Qing Li's gaze kept resting on the White Python embroidered on my clothes after I took off my jacket. At this moment, she reached out to touch the python's head, "The origins of the Human Snake Clan are the Abyss; part of them went to the water region on the surface, while some remained in the Abyss."
