With mountains, water, gods, and ghosts, it seemed like an old superstition passed down through the ages, or perhaps merely a crude custom of some remote backwater.
Although Song Family Village could not be described as a remote backwater, it was still a secluded place. Back then, the ancestors of the Song Family had deliberately chosen this place, far from the mortal world, to escape the ravages of war.
"Haunted?" Song Haoran glanced at his family, raised his brows, and looked into Song Bo's eyes. "How is it haunted?"
Song Bo hurriedly said, "It started in Wang Family Village in the neighboring gully. After making a fuss there for a while, it spread over to our side."
"The neighboring gully?" Song Haoran was stunned for a moment, then instinctively glanced at his father.
Song Tianyou nodded. "As I recall, there really were several families surnamed Wang over there."
Song Haoran nodded.
Song Bo said nervously, "That day, my hair had grown long, so I planned to go to Master Wang, the barber at the entrance of Wang Family Village, for a haircut. I passed by a household that was holding a funeral and asked out of curiosity. As it turned out, the entire family had died violent deaths. Six people, young and old, all dead in a single night. I heard their corpses looked absolutely horrifying! Doesn't that sound creepy to you?"
"Dead in a single night..." Song Haoran's brows immediately furrowed.
"That's right! It was awful." Song Bo sighed. "Speaking of which, I'd seen the head of that family a few times. He was a blacksmith, and quite skilled at repairing iron pots and such. His name was Wang Dashun. Sigh, he was still pretty young, only around forty. What a pity."
"Since people had died, didn't the local