As evening fell, the villagers of Wang Family Village saw that Su Yu and his men hadn't left, but their eyes held no renewed hope.
These officials from the city... others had stood guard for a few nights before, but it had never solved the problem of the aberration.
People in Wang Family Village still died every few days, just as before.
Everyone was just numbly surviving, waiting for the day it would be their family's turn.
...
The night was as black as ink, and the cold wind howled like a ghostly wail.
Su Yu arranged for his three subordinates to each stand guard at a key location in the village.
He himself sat cross-legged in a deserted, abandoned house, holding his breath and focusing his senses, alert to the slightest disturbance on the street outside.
However, aside from the sound of the wind and the occasional low bark of a stray dog in the distance, Wang Family Village was as silent as a tomb.
The aberration had vanished without a trace.
