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I, Lu Zundu, together with six others—Sun Shaoqing, Wang Chongsu, Cheng Yu, Li Yiyue, Qi Pingzhan, and Wang Ji—being neighbors of the same district, answered the summons each in turn, and were fortunate enough to meet upon this road.\nTrusted with this task, I take up my brush to record upon these bamboo slips all that my companions witnessed and heard along our journey.\nPassing through Pingxiang, we found the city put to the sword for three days, its moats and pools all turned red with blood. Corpses hung from the roof beams at even intervals, and passersby covered their noses and hurried past, none daring to look directly upon them.\nNext, at Huaiyin, a great famine had struck that year—a picul of rice cost fifty thousand coins, and the common folk had nothing to eat. Fathers sold their own sons; children were bound and led to slaughter, butchered as one would sheep or swine.\nIn the wilds, abandoned infants wailed among the grasses; widows wept until their tears ran dry. By night, one could see ghostly blue-green flames flickering—travelers said they were born of human blood.\nWe lodged at an ancient temple upon a deserted mountain, where we heard the bell toll in low, choking sobs, as though weeping, as though lamenting. We stopped at a desolate roadside inn, where lamp-flames suddenly leapt up of their own accord, as though restless spirits lingered still, unwilling to depart.\nPassing through Linqiu, we saw bamboo poles scattered and broken, and an old man weeping in grief. Upon asking, we learned that the year before, a person of noble rank had passed through, and two children, playing with bamboo poles as toys, had been accused of spreading heretical rumors to deceive the masses, and were both put to death.\nUpon reaching the old ruins west of Quanxi, amid crumbling walls and broken partitions, we heard an old woman tell her tale: once, a young bride, her wedding finery not yet removed, heard the sudden ring of a blade in the courtyard, and in an instant her head was severed from her body. Her parents died of grief; her sisters threw themselves into the well to follow her in death. Thus the whole household was extinguished, and now trees already grow tall upon their graves.\nWe also saw a performer, drunk, who in jest placed a melon upon his neck as a game. The onlookers egged him on, and someone drew a sword and struck it down, splattering blood across the wine cups and dishes upon the table. Yet the crowd only clapped their hands and laughed aloud, as though they had seen nothing at all.