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The dense fog had crept in unnoticed, now blanketing Mengle Village like a colossal, awe-inspiring entity. Chen Jin’s gaze was fixed on the scarlet patterns atop the stone stele. As it tilted, cracks spread along the grooves of the inscription. The red loops at the top seemed to suddenly come alive in the dim light, drawing attention like fresh earthworms just emerging from the soil. Chen Jin suddenly recalled that the edges of the kraft paper Aunt San Rong had given him were stitched with this exact…-
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Seeing no time to waste, Chen Jin quickly rose and rushed out the door. The funeral procession hadn't gone far. The two people at the end of the line held long staffs with copper bells, swaying them left and right, the ding-dong sounds echoing throughout the street. As if sensing something, they slowly turned their heads as they walked. They had two faces painted stark white, with only the corners of their mouths smeared and elongated with red clay. From a distance, they looked like two grinning clowns…
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A Brand New Look When Wu Kai Ke pushed open the imposing iron gate of the old house, Old Man Wu was squatting in a corner of the courtyard, smoking a water pipe. Beside his feet was a plastic bag containing tobacco, which he had bought for 10 yuan a bag from the village market. White smoke lingered and swirled under the eaves. "Why are you smoking this kind of tobacco again?" Wu Kai Ke frowned, placing his cloth briefcase on a small wooden stool in the living room on the first floor. The words "Chemical…
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Opening Up Steaming mist floated in the bathhouse stall, blurring vision. Someone had turned on the showerhead, and both men were now soaked. The dull ache, as if a road roller had passed over his entire body, had not yet dissipated. Chen Jin used one hand to brace himself on the floor, wobbling as he stood up. His whole body was stiff, uncomfortable, and unbearably itchy, making it impossible to stand steady. The next second, Chen Jin’s back slammed heavily against the slick floor tiles. Stiffness…
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The fog lay overhead like a heavy quilt, making it hard to breathe. Along the entire path, the only sound echoing through the forest was the rustling of two people walking. Upon reaching the minefield, the unique fresh scent of the fungi grew stronger. What should have been the pleasant aroma of food now only made Chen Jin’s throat tighten. Deep within the minefield, sparse patches of purple light seeped out from the weeds, clinging to the ground like ghost faces under the gloomy sky. A closer look…
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Raw Pork Blood Feast 1 (Revised) The next day, Chen Jin woke up early. Firstly, to avoid Wu Zeng’s persistent attempts to cling to him, and secondly, to get some work done before his supervisor arrived. He couldn't afford to waste time. The border region is predominantly inhabited by ethnic minorities, but within the same village, Han people and minorities usually live in separate areas. Chen Jin’s first target was the You ethnic group's settlement on the east side of the village. Before heading…
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Deep in the Forest “What are the growth habits of the Duojun mushroom? Does it have a specific location in the forest? If I search randomly without a clue, I’m afraid it will be a waste of time.” Chen Jin took the green pill from Bai Lao San’s hand, his thumb rubbing the uneven texture on the surface of the pill—the roughness characteristic of a handmade product. The closer he got, the more pronounced the strange herbal scent became. Dodder seed. Could it be related to the previous grass…
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Near-Death Plea for Treatment “Your face was uglier just now than the last time you ate raw meat.” Wu Zeng rested his chin on Chen Jin’s shoulder, asking tiredly, “What, worried about me?” “How do you still have the mind to joke like this?” Chen Jin couldn’t help but raise his hand to touch the area behind Wu Zeng’s ear. The subtle squirming of the fungal filaments beneath his fingertip made his stomach clench. A rustling sound came from the back of Wu Zeng’s head; the thread-like…
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A Surge of Jealousy “A Qing isn’t a local?” Wu Zeng lay flat on his spread-out blanket, his hair still damp from his shower. His index finger tapped lightly on the blanket, his words sounding somewhat distracted. “A border village, it’s not surprising.” “If she happens to be from Sha Country, that’s too much of a coincidence.” Chen Jin described everything he had seen and heard at Aunt Jiu’s house, but seeing Wu Zeng in front of him didn’t seem to care much, Chen Jin kicked his…
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The Card Game Resumes Dusk settled over the streets of Mengle Village. By the time the two returned to the entrance of the Guesthouse, the surroundings were already shrouded in darkness. The motorcycle repair shop had long since closed, with only the overhead streetlamp casting a faint, yellowish light. Mosquitoes danced around the light source, celebrating the final moments of their lives. “Did you hear?” A few Elder Sisters, their heads wrapped in cloth scarves, sat leaning against the repair shop…
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