"This is going to be a problem," Liu Miao muttered to himself.
He might have been a bit of a jinx.
As soon as he said that, the wind picked up around them.
The weeds rustled and swayed incessantly.
The camera spun around, capturing the scene in every direction.
The weeds' broad swaying gradually became smaller, until they were trembling with a soft rustle.
The sight was all too familiar.
Liu Miao immediately turned and started running.
The image lurched wildly. The house, the ground, the weeds, and the bodies flashed past the lens, some appearing more than once.
After a chaotic blur, Liu Miao seemed to have made it indoors.
The edge of the broken window Liu Miao had smashed earlier came into view. Outside stood a crowd of armored figures, at least twenty or thirty of them.
They swarmed over and charged straight for the window.
Liu Miao stepped back and switched on the flash.
The brightly lit room was still strewn with bodies. It was sickening.
In a flash, a snake's head lunged through the hole in the window.
Liu Miao swung the butterfly knife in his left hand, striking the monster in the eye.
The snake writhed, shattering even more of the glass.
Liu Miao pulled out the knife and backed away again.
The giant python hung over the windowsill, dead.
It blocked the way, and the armored figures outside seemed unable to get in.
Liu Miao held his breath and cautiously surveyed his surroundings.
There was a click, as if something had been knocked over.
The camera abruptly swung around, shaking so violently it made the viewer dizzy.
When the image steadied, the flash revealed a horrifying sight.
Countless little snakes were emerging from a corpse. They crawled out of its eyes, ears, nose, mouth,