My Junior Sister Is a Zombie: Chronicles of Ghost Hunting

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In the depths of midwinter, with heavy snowflakes swirling down, the vast mountains had transformed into a world of silver and white. Long icicles hung from the bare branches, glistening like crystal under the sunlight. Two figures trudged through the snow—one, a handsome man with an air of dignity, wore only a thin azure robe, his body stained with blood in many places. Where the blood had dried, frost had formed. Perched on his shoulder was a small, spirited gray monkey whose lively eyes darted constantly to the sides.

Clinging closely to the man was a woman of exquisite beauty, her face as delicate as a peach blossom. She was draped in a heavy black cloak, holding a swaddled infant in her arms, the child fast asleep. Her face was as pale as paper, drained of all color from what was clearly severe blood loss, but she bore no visible wounds—she had only just given birth and was left weak and frail.

“Qingshuang, hold on—we’re almost at Mount Kunwu. As long as we find my friend and entrust Zheng’er to him, we’ll survive this calamity. Look, there’s a house ahead. Let’s rest there for a while.”

Supporting the delicate-looking woman, the man spoke in a hoarse voice. Ahead of them stood an old wooden cabin, likely built by hunters as a shelter during their expeditions.

“Yunxiao, Zheng’er is so newly born. I don’t want to leave him,” the woman said, a crystalline tear sliding down her cheek. Her voice was as sweet as a songbird’s, yet laced with exhaustion.

“Qingshuang, we have no choice. If we don’t send Zheng’er away, none of u