Splash, splash—
The sound of the Old Woman pouring water over the infant and washing it continued without pause.
She was very meticulous.
She washed every inch of the body thoroughly, leaving no trace of dirt on the Dead Infant.
At last.
After washing it over and over several times.
The Old Woman stopped.
Then she picked up the infant and placed it in a bamboo basket, thoughtfully covering it with a piece of red cloth. She stood, lifted the basket, turned around, and walked into the grass.
"Hm?"
"She left?"
Jiang Qiao was stunned.
He had thought that after washing the infant, this old ghost would come looking for him.
He had not expected her to leave just like that.
What was going on?
The Old Woman's back quickly vanished into the jungle, and the "clack, clack" of her wooden clogs faded away with it.
The surroundings fell silent once more.
"Something's wrong."
Jiang Qiao shifted his gaze toward the streambank where the Old Woman had just been.
After the Old Woman washed the infant, the clear stream had somehow become slightly murky, as if something had polluted it.
Even though the water from upstream kept flowing past.
It did not change in the slightest.
Very strange.
Besides that, the fog in the woods had gradually grown much thicker.
Looking outward with normal vision.
Visibility had been reduced to a mere dozen meters. Beyond that was only a hazy outline, and nothing could be seen clearly.
Fortunately.
Dual Pupils were not restricted.
So he soon saw a dim yellow light appear upstream.
The light swayed unsteadily.
It followed the stream, weaving through the fog.
A boat!
An old little wooden boat!
It was no more than a meter long and only a foot wide. Rather than something meant for