Mo Han stepped inside the stone house in the late evening. His sharp eyes immediately found Lambu's round figure trembling near the window.
"What are you doing there?" Mo Han asked flatly, though a hint of amusement glimmered in his eyes.
Fatty nearly jumped, clutching his chest. "Ahh! Brother Han! You scared me to death…!" He pressed his hand against his pounding heart.
Mo Han raised a brow. "You look like you've already died three times. Why are you hiding?"
Fatty poked his head out the window nervously before whispering in a rushed voice. "They're everywhere! Those… those women! Every time I peek outside, I see them walking by, staring this way. Some smile, some wink, some… some even licked their lips!" He shivered dramatically. "Brother Han, they're not human! They're foxes in human-skin, waiting to drag me into some chamber and… and…"
Mo Han folded his arms, waiting. "And?"
