"That's right." Huang Yaozu flicked ash from his cigarette.
"At first, it was just all the poultry in the village dying off. Later, several security guards at the construction site disappeared. The worst was last week, when three pregnant women vanished from a nearby village. All they found at the scene were bloodstained bones scattered everywhere. The bite marks on them were tiny, like they'd been gnawed on by little monkeys."
Li Guoqiang's face turned deathly pale when he heard that.
Li Dan picked up a photograph and examined it.
Eating living creatures raw, the Demon Infants drained vital essence.
This fit the gruesome setup of old Hong Kong folk horror perfectly.
He rose to his feet and straightened his shirt cuffs.
"This place sounds promising. Let's go take a look at a specialty from the late Qing Dynasty."
Uncle Feng immediately turned to pack up his bag of ritual tools.
Leon dragged out a rusty metal folding chair from who knew where, slung it over his shoulder, and adjusted the sunglasses with only one lens left.
"Let's go, let's go! I love antiques. I wonder if Qing Dynasty babies need imported formula?"
New Territories, an ancient house in the barren mountains.
The night wind threaded through the crumbling walls, letting out mournful wails.
The mansion's vermilion wooden gates had long since rotted away, hanging half-open in the darkness. There was not a trace of life in the courtyard; not even the chirping of insects could be heard.
Li Dan stepped over the dead leaves carpeting the ground and entered the courtyard.
A sharp, fishy stench hit him in the face.
"Be careful." Uncle Feng held the Peachwood Sword and warily scanned the surroundings.
Li Dan stopped and glanced down at his feet.
Someone lay in the grass.
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