Bai Lin Century 2: Migration
by Yu Zhuoxuan
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The spirit-binding ceremony has not yet begun, but the atmosphere in the hall is already eerie. The long and narrow shadow between the rock walls seemed to have its own ritual, dancing, swaying, and silently shouting at her. The spirit binder straightened up, holding the lamp jar in his hand, and walked slowly to the wall. The glow of fireflies in the jar dimly illuminated her white arms and long nails. Tuo Wensha is a tall woman. She is dressed in silk that clings to her body. It is so thin that it is almost transparent. Under the fluorescent light, her soft body is revealed, and the curvature of her breasts is vaguely visible. As usual, she smelled damp leather and heard footsteps on the rocky ground. But today, these perceptions were pushed to the hazy edge of consciousness, overshadowed by a distinct and sinister black shadow in my mind. She bent over and placed the jar gently in the corner, then turned back and looked at the four people in front of the long stone table...
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