The talismanic fire wobbles, wandering through various parts of the village, occasionally stopping somewhere, like a mischievous child, always attracted by inexplicable things.
It's also possible that these places are where He Shou'an lingered before losing his soul.
The corpse mud smeared on her forehead still carries a chilling aura, and Sang Que cautiously scans the surroundings, so far seeing nothing unusual.
But it's just too quiet, too 'clean', which instead makes her feel creepy.
Only the warm yellow glow from the doors and windows of each household and the occasional barking of dogs give her a slight sense of security.
Next door to the He Family is the Li Family, who had twins, and opposite is the Liu Family, now childless. Passing the Liu Family, Sang Que glances at the old locust tree.
During the day, there's nothing there, but at night, a woman's corpse hangs under the tree, creaking and swaying.
