A Second Bowl

The thick fog poured through the open door into the main room, and the entire house was filled with fluorescent light.

Only then did Jiang You see clearly that there were no glowing insects in the fog at all.

The light was simply the color of the fog itself.

It was not obvious in thin patches, but once the fog grew dense, a distinct glow appeared.

In the fog, Third Uncle-Grandpa's wrinkled face seemed coated in a ghostly radiance, making him look utterly inhuman.

He was waiting to savor the fear of the person before him.

Just as he had countless times before while hunting, savoring his prey's fear and death throes.

Da Zhuang was also growling anxiously.

But Jiang You acted as though she had noticed nothing unusual. With one hand, she pressed down Da Zhuang's head, raised the cup, and drank the unfinished liquor in one gulp.

Then she stroked her chin, smacked her lips, and said, "Third Uncle-Grandpa, there are quite a few fireflies in your village at night. They're pretty.

"By the way, your rice wine is pretty good. It tastes sweet. How about a little more?"

Chen Meiyu's body stiffened. She raised her head incredulously and looked at Jiang You.

"Jiang You, you..."

Before she could finish, Jiang You wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"Meiyu, I think you were right. This village really is blessed with outstanding people and excellent surroundings. I've decided to stay here. I'm never leaving."

Chen Meiyu wore an expression as though she had seen a ghost.

No, are you blind?

Can't you see that something is wrong with this village?!

Is this woman insane?!

The sinister smile on Third Uncle-Grandpa's face also briefly froze. He had not quite heard what Jiang You had just said.

He had been waiting