Countless corpses hung suspended, half of their bodies submerged in the dark, murky water below.0

There were men and women alike among them, some dressed in the robes of the Kingdom of Qian, others in the garb of the Western Regions or the grasslands. It was hard to imagine that in the waters near Wei City, there could be such a ghastly sight, so many hanged corpses swaying silently in the darkness.0

These corpses hadn’t swollen up like ordinary bodies that had been soaking in water; instead, they had eerily dried out, shriveled in a strange and unnatural way. It was as though their blood and essence had been completely drained by something unspeakably sinister, leaving behind only shriveled remains.0

The air was thick with decay and death. Even the faint lapping of the water felt like a whisper from the dead.0

And among those countless corpses, several appeared… new. As though they had only recently been hung there.0

“Look, there!” The ferryman, Elder Chen, pointed with a trembling hand, voice tight with...0