In the twenty-second year of Yuanchang, the people of Yacang Commandery, home to the sixteen piers of Qin Sea's largest port, could no longer tolerate the pirates who ruled the waters. For the third time, they petitioned the imperial court for help.
Emperor Yuanchang ordered the young general Qiu Mao, undefeated in battle, to go to Qin Sea and put down the pirate revolt within two months.
The old emperor always called Qiu Mao the greatest general of the age.
His fame had spread far and wide through campaigns to the east and west. For years, neighboring states had kept to themselves and never dared invade, simply because he was there.
The vanguard army under his command was renowned for its strict discipline and unstoppable might.
But during the Qin Sea campaign, the ghost ship Dianyu, whose very name was said to inspire terror, brought this undefeated elite force to the brink of total collapse.
The rumors were true. Ghost ships, curses, and mysterious arts really did exist in this world.
For instance, Qiu Mao's armored ship would suddenly steer itself toward the reefs.
And despite the fact that the ship seemed to have only a handful of crew, whenever the two sides clashed, one squad after another of sailors would appear out of thin air on the deck of the Dianyu. They all looked like walking corpses and seemed impossible to kill!
After being captured, Qiu Mao, his hands bound and his face smeared with blood, raised his head to look at the frail man on deck.
Madam Yang.
The man, dressed in plain clothes, glanced down at Qiu Mao, who was being held at his feet. After covering his mouth to cough twice, he opened a white paper umbrella beneath the bright moonlight and disappeared into the cabin.
Madam Yang, whose name was passed from merchant to merchant by those who traded at sea year-round, was not pockmarked with yellow teeth.
His skin was so pale that he looked sickly, smooth as porcelain. He looked nothing like a pirate who had spent years at sea, battered by the wind and sun.
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"Are the stories about the Yangshe clan of the Dianyu all true?"
Chained in the dark, fish-smelling lower deck and forced to row, Qiu Mao asked the solitary "Madam Yang" beside him, drenched in sweat.
"What do you think, General?"
Yangshe Ji lifted the bamboo curtain covering a small window. A bleak sliver of moonlight fell across his deathly pale face. He looked back at Qiu Mao, the corners of his eyes lifting with an eerie smile.
The next moment, two thin streaks of blood slid from the corners of his eyes down his face, then dark red blood began seeping from all seven orifices.
In the moonlight, his skin gradually turned translucent, revealing a network of fine, intricate blood vessels. Looking closely, one could even glimpse his bones beneath. It was a horrifying sight.
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1. A scowling god of war general x a sickly beauty who captains a ghost ship.
2. The bottom is frail because of a curse, but he isn't helpless. His fighting ability is off the charts.
3. This is pure fiction, so don't take it too seriously.
Theme: The wonders of the sea are something to yearn for.
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