The waters of the stagnant pool glowed a sickly green, oozing a nauseating stench. From it, half the body of a powerful female corpse surfaced.0

Her wet, jet-black hair veiled her face, and her tattered garments clung to her, exposing a graceful, alluring figure, which was almost indistinguishable from that of the living. She soaked in the pool without the slightest swelling; any ordinary corpse would have long since bloated grotesquely. But this one’s skin was pale and lustrous, her form exuding a dangerous allure, even with her features hidden beneath that curtain of black hair.0

The sight stirred the imagination, and the old farmer’s face lit with delight. The three sticks of incense before the pool had already burned halfway, their smoke thick with the stench of rot.0

“Almost there! To carry this corpse back to the mountain will be a great merit...0