"Wherever there's a disturbance, the Ghost Walker will go there..."
Listening to the simple words of the old man leading the cow beside him, Hu Ma felt his heart waver.
Granny had returned to the ancestral hall over a year ago, and he had adapted to life in the Blood Food Gang, centered around harvesting Tai Sui Blood and Flesh for survival. Gradually, he had even forgotten about those like Granny, who walked between villages every day, expelling ghosts and evil for people.
In the Blood Food Gang, there were very few Ghost Walkers. Those that occasionally appeared were entirely different from Granny in demeanor.
They had become people who helped the Blood Food Gang make money and solve problems, losing the rustic charm of village life.
"Brother Huma..."
A small, cold hand intertwined with Hu Ma's palm as Little Hongtang returned as well. Hu Ma asked in a low voice, "Little Hongtang, was it you who notified these Ghost Walkers?"
