The old man recounted the things that had happened recently.
There was a hint of melancholy in his voice.
"The second son of the Fang Family next door only went to the Sun Family Old House once to deliver something, and he ended up dying in his own latrine the day before yesterday."
"He was a good kid."
"He was always willing to help."
"Why is Heaven so blind?"
He sighed several times.
His murky eyes turned toward Jiang Qiao, and he said seriously, "In short, anyone who has been to the Sun Family Old House, whether you're a vegetable seller delivering produce, a physician treating the sick, or a coroner collecting a corpse..."
"Even a Master handling matters."
"Every last one of them."
"No one can escape."
"The ways they die are all kinds of strange. Some fall into wells, while others smash their own heads against walls."
"It all began after Steward Sun returned. Everyone says that the Sun Family's caravan provoked some terrifying Evil Spirit outside."
"But what exactly did they provoke?"
"No one knows."
"Anyway, they're all dead. The people from the caravan were the first to die."
"There's no one left to ask."
The old man drew a deep breath, lifted the cooked noodles into a bowl, and brought it to Jiang Qiao. "Everyone dying now has been to the Sun Family Old House, but no one knows whether it'll spread further later."
"So..."
"Young man."
"If you have something important to do, do it quickly, then leave. If you don't have anything to do, or you're merely passing through, just finish your noodles and hurry away."
"You can't stay in Zhenbei County."
The old man urged him again, telling Jiang Qiao to leave as soon as possible.
Everyone dying now was connected to the