Act according to the seasons and the times, and hold fast to your nature.
Everyone who set foot on the irreversible path of the supernatural needed to be vigilant and keep this firmly in mind. Once they crossed that line, they would no longer be themselves.
It sounded rather mysterious.
For example, when that time came, whether it was their wife and daughter or the parents who had raised them through hardship, in their eyes they would all be no different from pigs or dogs. Because in their minds, you would no longer be the same species.
Would you pity an ant?
No.
So although you still appeared to possess your own thoughts, in reality, you had already imperceptibly become someone else.
And you would not even notice it yourself.
That was the terrifying part about having one's consciousness eroded.
Jiang Qiao did not have this problem for the time being, but that did not stop him from pretending to sleep in bed until dawn. In his daze, he had actually managed to sleep for a while. It had not been long—just over ten minutes.
"Cluck-cluck-cluck—"
"Cock-a-doodle-doo—"
Early morning, at daybreak.
The hens in the village crowed excitedly, reminding their owners that they had laid eggs, while the roosters held their heads high and faced the sun, proudly announcing that they were waking Grandfather Sun.
It was said that—
When the cock crowed, all ghosts fled.
That was why, besides cattle and sheep, the village also raised quite a few chickens. Some had already been raised for two and a half years and could even perform a popular chicken dance along with music.
At that moment.
Hearing the chickens crow, Jiang Qiao also got out of bed.
The sky outside was still somewhat dim, but a streak of pale dawn