Feeling guilty, the five of them took the initiative to work, quickly giving the inside of the cabin a simple cleanup.
Autumn days were always short, and night fell earlier and earlier. Before long, darkness had arrived.
There were no insect chirps, not even the cries of any wild animals. Outside was terrifyingly silent, as though the entire world had been reduced to this one cabin.
Gusts of chilling wind rose outside the door, howling continuously around the house.
The doors and windows creaked beneath the wind, as if something in the gale were trying hard to push the windows open.
Everyone had already started grilling meat inside. In this kind of cabin, there was no need to worry about smoke blackening the ceiling.
Sherry, who was organizing things in another room, stared blankly at the pitch-black night outside.
A cold gust blew in. The strips of curtain cloth swayed laboriously into the room like an arm, seeming to want to grab something.
Sherry was standing too close to the window.
The end of the curtain brushed against the back of her hand. Her expression instantly froze, and she became unable to move as if pinned down by a ghost. Only her arm frantically began drawing across the paper.
Her eyes darted around in panic. She kept feeling that something was nearby, yet she could not see anything at all.
Once the chilling wind had passed, she saw that her notebook had been marked with a square human face, the paper even scratched through.
Wu Heng picked up a skewer of beef. Though this cow had once been possessed by an evil spirit, the corrosive power from the evil spirit within it had been thoroughly purified the moment he touched the cow's corpse.
It did not carry even a trace