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Guided by the haunting melody, Chen Ming could discern the sound of a river churning ahead. Peering intently, he made out a procession of boats emerging from the mist, each adorned with a red lantern at the prow. The boats bore a group of vacant-eyed people.

As they drifted by Chen Ming, an eerie feeling washed over him.

Could this be the Yellow Springs?

Chen Ming remained on the wooden raft