The female corpse was wrapped in a faint blue glow, a cold light that symbolized death and chill, sending shivers down my spine. I couldn't help but wonder why this corpse, or perhaps a ghost, had suddenly floated up from the depths of the water.
I tried to calm my racing heart, but an inexplicable panic lingered within me. I thought to myself, "This isn't good; something bad is coming. We need to take the initiative." I reached for the black donkey hoof, planning to shove it into the corpse's mouth when it got close. If it turned out to be a ghost instead of a zombie, I would use the glutinous rice dyed with cinnabar to deal with it.
Shirley Yang and Fatty also readied their tools, quietly watching the corpse rise from the water below.