Long ago… Four hundred miles to the East of Lingqiu Mountain lived a strange-looking bird. There was a valley to the South of it, called Zhonggu, from which the wind harshly blew. There stood a bird in the mountains, shaped like an owl, but with a human face. It had four eyes and a pair of sharp long ears. Its name was Yong, and its cry is its own name. When it appears in bountiful lands, a great drought would come along with it.
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The black dots on the horizon got closer and closer. In the blink of an eye, they turned into a large group of shadows that enveloped the sky above the town.
They let out strange shrieks and swarmed down from the sky with a strong gust of wind.
The students couldn't help but rush to the window next to the hall, nervously looking at the sky above.
