The singing accompanied the fluttering paper money as it swirled around the log cabin. The song was intensely mournful and the surroundings were bizarre. It seemed as if some ceremony or rite was underway, something that had been going on for an indeterminable period of time.9

In Xu Qing’s eyes, the pentagonal log cabin almost seemed to be some sort of altar. That was because, on the corners of the pentagonal cabin, where the chains connected, sat three terrifying zombies.3

The first zombie was dripping wet and so severely decayed that it was impossible to tell if it was male or female. It faced the log cabin, a tattered black robe draped over its frame, making it seem like it had been ravaged by time. The fluids of death which dripped down it seemed to contain some unimaginable power that preserved an image of the moment in which the zombie died. Despite how much time had passed, it was obvious.1

It was a drowned zombie.1

The second zombie also wore a tattered black robe, and was also facing the cabin. Its hands were at its own abdomen, and were in the middle of ripping apart its own belly, revealing the abdominal cavity beneath. There were no organs inside. It had been emptied out, although there was still something...1