"Yidan? What are you doing here? Are you trying to scare me to death?" I couldn't help feeling annoyed. Looking at his back, I had no intention of approaching, because I sensed that something seemed to be ahead—something my instincts told me not to go near.
Yet my wife's sister seemed to be tugging at me from behind as well. Still, I knew that even if I suddenly turned around, I wouldn't be able to see her.
"Is that Brother Tian... ... Brother Tian... ... don't go back."
Zhang Yidan spoke to me in a trembling voice. He didn't turn around. From behind, he wore filthy clothes, as though they had been soaked in muddy water, and his shoes were made of paper.
I could tell something was wrong with his voice. My expression darkened. "You little brat, are you planning to dress up like a ghost and scare me?"
Following the figure, I really wanted to kick him so he wouldn't scare people at night ever again. But just as I was about to approach, a gust of cold, sinister wind happened to sweep across the space in front of me, and the fog instantly blocked my view.
I stopped in my tracks at once. When the fog dispersed, there was no sign of Zhang Yidan anywhere.
I lowered my head and fell into thought. Could I have imagined it? Or had Zhang Yidan, who had been crouching around here every day to catch field mice lately, decided to play a prank on me?
I felt that I was still a little over halfway from Little Yi Village. Although what had happened just now seemed supernatural, I had no intention of returning to Dragon-Carrying Village. When I turned around, I once again sensed something tugging at the hem of