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In the mountain city of Chongqing, a place brimming with the scents of everyday life and shrouded in mysterious legends, the summer of 1990 was scorching. The blazing sun baked the earth, yet it could not dispel the inexplicable chill that hung over the Eighth People’s Health Clinic in the Yuzhong District.

Within the hospital’s inpatient ward, the aged walls exuded a faint mustiness, and the dim corridor lights flickered intermittently, as if whispering tales of time’s wear and untold stories. On the third floor, in one of the rooms, lay a young woman named Lin Xiao. Once lively and cheerful, she had been struck down by a sudden grave illness. Persistent high fevers and agonizing pain left her increasingly frail. The hospital had issued multiple critical condition warnings, her life’s flame flickering precariously.

One stifling night, the ward was thick with the scent of disinfectant mingled with Lin Xiao’s weak breath. Moonlight filtered through mottled leaves outside the window, casting eerie shadows. Tormented by pain, Lin Xiao slipped into a semi-conscious state between sleep and wakefulness. In a hazy moment, she felt a pair of icy hands gently clasp her foot—a touch as if from the abyss itself, sending a piercing cold through her entire body. Struggling to open her heavy eyelids, the scene before her froze her blood.

At the foot of her bed stood a tall, slender shadow over two meters high, enveloped in a misty aura that seemed not of this world, its form indistinct. In its hand was a pair of vividly blood-red cloth shoes, the color glaringly brig