We got lost in the woods.
Zhang Dawei found it hard to believe. He said he had been through these woods before, and they were not that large. How could we possibly get lost?
But we truly could not find our bearings.
Yuan Jiang said that since we had lost our direction, we should just pick one and go. We would eventually get out of the woods.
I asked whether it could be a Ghost Wall. Zhang Dawei said he would be able to tell if it were a Ghost Wall. Right now, we were simply lost.
He told us not to overthink it and to just follow him.
Zhang Dawei did not believe it was a Ghost Wall either, because we were not walking in circles. Take where we were standing now—we had never been here before.
He also believed we had simply lost our sense of direction.
Yuan Jiang led us in one direction, and sure enough, before long, we walked out of the woods.
But when we emerged from the woods, Yuan Jiang and I both froze. Zhang Dawei looked puzzled. "What's wrong with you two? Why are you making those faces?"
Yuan Jiang pointed at a residence not far away. "Why is that old house here?"
I was equally confused. Zhang Dawei said, "So did you take a wrong turn earlier? Maybe the place you went to wasn't where this old house was."
I shook my head. It would make sense if I alone could not remember the way, but Yuan Jiang could not have forgotten it too. Besides, I remembered clearly that just a few steps after leaving the old house, we had heard Zhang Dawei crying at a grave.
And while this residence looked very much like the one we had seen, the surroundings