« "It's no big deal," Yingning said. "For a relative, what price is too great to pay? When the time comes for you to go, I'll call on an old servant to pick a big bunch of flowers from the garden so you can take them with you."
"Are you crazy?" Wang demanded.
She asked, "What's crazy about that?"
Wang explained, "It's not the flowers I care about, but the person who was holding them."
"Naturally, since relatives love each other," said Yingning.
Wang said, "I'm not talking about the love between relatives, but between a husband and wife."
"There's a difference?" Yingning wondered.
"At night, they sleep together," he explained. »
« One day; the neighbor's son saw her and couldn't take his eyes off her, he was so smitten by her beauty. Yingning didn't try to avoid him, but just laughed. The neighbor's son thought she was making herself available to him, so his heart filled with desire. Yingning pointed to a place at the base of the wall, laughed, and then climbed down, while the neighbor's son, thinking she was proposing a rendezvous there, was deliriously happy.
Once night fell, he went to the spot, and Yingning was already waiting there. He pulled her close and thrust himself into her, but felt something like an awl stab his privates with a pain that penetrated to his very heart, and after screaming madly, he stumbled and fell. On closer examination, he saw that it wasn't Yingning, but a rotten log leaning against the wall, and the place he'd thrust into was a soggy knothole.
When his father next door heard him yell, he hurriedly rushed over to find out what had happened, but his son merely groaned and wouldn't say anything. Once the man's wife appeared, however, the son told them everything. When they lit a torch and examined the knothole, they saw that inside it was a huge scorpion, the size of a small crab. The old man split the log open, then caught and killed the scorpion. He hoisted his son onto his back and carried him home, where he died in the middle of the night. »