They followed Mr. Chen through the dark, twisted alleyways. The wooden houses all around were deathly silent.
Through the cracks in the boards, they could still faintly see a few people in white shorts, their bodies covered in runes, lying on beds or just standing there.
You Gu kept his head bowed, walking in the middle of the group, but from the corner of his eye, he snuck a glance at the wooden staff Mr. Chen was dragging on the ground.
Each time the staff made contact with the ground, it let out a dull THUD.
After walking for a long time, the alleyway ahead suddenly opened up.
An ancient ancestral hall appeared before them.
It didn't seem particularly remarkable, looking just like an ordinary house.
Just as dilapidated, just as decayed.
The wood was covered in the same weather-beaten marks. Behind two doors that were left ajar, the people inside seemed to be holding some kind of ritual, as lights and shadows flickered incessantly.
