"Young expecting mother, did you drop this silver zombie? Or this golden zombie? Or this... Wahhh..." Before the river god, a bespectacled scholar-looking man with narrowed eyes, could finish speaking, I threw a sack over him, hoisted him onto my shoulder, and strode away. I'm Jiang Nian, an expecting mother reborn from the apocalypse, and the one I'm carrying is the source of that disaster.
