During the Shunzhi era of the Qing Dynasty, Yu Qi’s rebellion erupted in Shandong, resulting in rampant slaughter. The Imperial Court dispatched troops to suppress the uprising, leading to countless casualties in the fierce clashes between soldiers and bandits. Villager Li Hualong fled back to his hometown from the deep mountains. Coincidentally, he ran into the Qing soldiers rounding up rebels. Having long heard tales of the Qing troops' cruelty, he feared becoming collateral damage. With nowhere to hide in that desperate moment, seeing dead bodies strewn everywhere, a sudden idea struck him: he lay perfectly still among the corpses, feigning death to escape disaster.

Soon, the Qing soldiers dispersed, and silence enveloped the area. Peeking open his eyes, Li Hualong saw a mass of severed, dismembered bodies beginning to stir and rise from the ground. One corpse, its head barely hanging onto its neck by a shred of flesh, let out a sound, crying, "The Dog Demon is coming, what shall we do?"

All the corpses chorused, "What shall we do? What shall we do?" With that, the collection of dead bodies collapsed back onto the ground, motionless once more.

Shortly after, a monster came running from the distance—a creature with the head of a beast and the body of a man. It knelt amidst the pile of corpses and began to devour them one by one, sucking out their marrow.

Li Hualong was gripped by terror and quickly buried his head beneath a nearby body.

The monster reached out and prodded Li Hualong’s shoulder, intending to feast upon his brain while he was still alive. Li Hualong secretly exerted force to resist, but the monster tried several times to no avail. Growing impatient, it began tossing the corpses aside one by one. This exposed Li Hualong’s head, leaving him with nowhere left to hide.

With life hanging by a thread, Li Hualong refused to surrender to fate. He thrashed wildly, grasping a hard stone the size of a sea bowl. With a mighty roar, he smashed it squarely into the monster’s mouth.

The monster let out a howl of agony, its cry like that of a night owl. Clutching its mouth in pain, it spat a mouthful of blood onto the ground and fled in a frenzy.

Li Hualong peered intently, searching the spot where the blood had landed. Mixed within the crimson fluid, he found two teeth, nearly four inches long, sharply pointed at both ends and curved in the middle. He took them back to his friends for examination, but they were baffled, none knowing their origin.