By the time they left Fifth Uncle's Stilt House cluster, the sky already looked wrong. In the distance, a line of black clouds was drawing closer. Low pressure swirled above this evil island. Disaster had yet to arrive, but the wind already carried an ominous scent.
A dank, clammy feeling.
Unidentified swallows and finches flew low, circling the nearby trees without landing.
That intense sense of foreboding.
It made his hair stand on end.
Lin Feng's wind told him that something big really was coming.
Fifth Uncle truly was a man of his word.
He never lied.
"Whew!"
Lin Feng let out a breath. Under such oppressive conditions, he had no other wish than to die quickly this time.
How did that saying go again?
Just let me die quickly!
He could build up experience for the next few attempts and make it easier to clear this challenge.
As they walked, Lin Feng asked the enforcer what Ten Thousand Pigs Crossing the River looked like and how it unfolded.
The enforcer's face went white at the question.
He began to tremble.
In a shaky voice, he told Lin Feng that Ten Thousand Pigs Crossing the River was not a single phenomenon.
Strictly speaking, Ten Thousand Pigs Crossing the River described two phenomena. One was a weather event: dense black thunderclouds pressed across the Firmament like ten thousand black pigs passing overhead. When that happened, the whole world went pitch-black. You could not see your hand in front of your face.
Only thunder and torrential rain ruled Ligela Island then.
Food grew moldy, and venomous snakes swam in the drinking water.
No one knew which spell of darkness would claim their life.
"The rainy season belongs to Ligela Island's vicious ghosts. For more than a month, evil ghosts lurk anywhere the