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On the night when the moon was full, an isolated village nestled among the mountains.
The chilly moonlight shone down on the river flowing past the solitary village, reflecting scaly patterns of light upon the water.
The river roared and churned.
From the riverbed, a woman's corpse dressed in red and entangled in black aquatic weeds, her skull half twisted and deformed, crawled out like a lizard.
Ominous, distorted, crawling.
Zuo Qianfu hid in a small grove by the riverside, his gaze sharp as a hawk's as he watched the twisted, crawling shadow. By his side lay in ambush dozens of strong youths, armed with long spears and fishing nets, all agile and capable.
Closer, closer.
The shadow drew nearer.
A strange smell began to permeate the air, a mix of corpse stench and riverbed silt, inducing nausea.
"Attack!"
