Originally uninhabited, the island now hosted seven people.
Seven women, each holding a candle, dressed in red, sang mournfully there.
"The soul of the mistress has departed, her voice and appearance wander."
"The red rope is gone, yet her elegance remains like a shadow."
"As a concubine says, life is like supporting a willow, swaying lightly with the wind..."
By this point, the seven women had started singing together, their voices moved from pouring out to gradually becoming serene as if they had comprehended the true essence of life.
The singing stopped, and the seven women put down their candles.
An older woman said, "Fortunately, Seventh Sister was alert, manipulating the living dead to dig out their hearts and die, obscuring Old Demon Duan's view and making them retreat."
Another woman sighed lightly and said, "This old demon is truly wicked. The master only wanted to seduce him, yet he ruthlessly killed her and even burned her body.
