Now that this long-awaited rain had fallen, they couldn't contain their inner joy and all ran out to thank God. At such a height of emotion, even if there were any evil spirits, they wouldn't dare to enter the village. Even the young and strong men Old Master Zhao had left in the house to keep watch joined in the cheer. However, they didn't dare to leave the house because of the burning phantom in the yard. They just stood inside, watching the increasingly heavy rain, cheering excitedly.
"Master, where is the Master?"
Amidst the cheers, the sound of wet footsteps came from outside the courtyard gate. It was Old Master Zhao, rushing over, surrounded by several workers and young men. They held up umbrellas, lanterns in hand, their voices filled with uncontrollable joy. "It's raining, it's raining! So that phantom has been resolved, right...?"
Then, a shocked voice cried out, "...Oh my God, what is this thing?"
