The old man spoke, and the young woman no longer tried to stop them.
It was only after they had taken some personal belongings out of the car and put them in the room that Ge Jingrong realized something was off.
There was something strange about the old man's clothes...
After thinking it over, she assumed he was wearing ordinary homespun clothes made by mountain villagers. Yet something still felt wrong. When they met again, she was stunned to discover that the old man was wearing a long robe made of cloth. He looked like an immortal—or an old mage from a Western fantasy movie.
How strange!
She was not the only one who found it odd. Her two childhood companions also felt that something was eerie. In addition, they were deep in the mountains, and for some inexplicable reason, the place was no longer inhabited by last year's residents. It was genuinely creepy!
The other two had seen the old man twice, yet neither had noticed anything unusual about his clothes. They had probably been completely captivated, just as she was, by his kind, gentle face and natural, peaceful bearing, and had simply paid no attention to his attire.
If the old man had not looked so benevolent, if the strong-woman aura around the young woman had not been completely incompatible with mountain spirits and ghosts, and if the two burdensome members of their group had not fallen for that powerful, icy woman at first sight, she would rather have found somewhere else to stay than risk remaining in this bizarre place—even though she had once been a staunch atheist.
After spending the night there, nothing happened apart from the commotion caused by the two unfamiliar young people that evening, which earned them a warning from the woman. Everything