The night grew increasingly deep.
The dry wind blew across the northern lands, picking up even drier dust and smearing the vast night sky with a tinge of filthy black and yellow.
In the southern suburbs of Yunjing City, at Ten Li Store Village.
The cupboard in the kitchen of a family's home seemed to be slowly pushed open by an invisible hand from inside.
Half a jar of "pork oil," of unknown age but cherished by the family, suddenly spilled onto the floor.
Inside, the white fats writhed as if they were alive, continuously flowing out and snaking along the floor, swiftly climbing onto the bodies of seven sleeping family members.
The next moment.
They began to convulse, wasting away at an alarming rate, until only seven rigid corpses remained, dry skin clinging to taut flesh.
And the "pork oil," now many times larger, shaped itself into a human form.
