After traveling for a short while, the dark clouds in the sky gradually scattered. Bathed in the faint, bloody moonlight, I finally managed to make out that figure.
It stood eight feet tall, with a blue face and sharp fangs, wearing a purple-gold phoenix-heaven helmet with a red tassel fluttering weightless in the wind. It wore a unicorn golden armor, its waist wrapped in a mottled tiger skin, with a five-foot-long bow slung across its back. Its left hand held a spear, and its right hand rested on a saber. A large chunk of the golden armor around its hips had shattered, exposing a layer of lining armor that hung down between a pair of bare feet covered in white hair.
It was definitely a Hairy Corpse.
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