When the Butcher saw Lord Tang enter the north door, one voice in his head immediately urged the livestock north, while another refused to confront Lord Tang head-on. They launched into another furious argument, hurling insults at eighteen generations of each other's ancestors.
A heap of loose sand. A pack of lunatics. The Old Night Watchman sighed inwardly, his unease growing stronger.
The night sky seemed to be slowly freezing over. Cold swept across the land, and more and more townspeople ran into Spirit Vision to escape the disaster. The Night Watchman wanted to stop them, but no one listened.
It was as though the people had finally found a path to salvation. They raced toward Spirit Vision, fighting to get there first. At this rate, Dreamfold Town would soon be empty.
A long sigh rose from deep within his chest and belly. The Old Night Watchman turned from side to side, seemingly searching for someone. Unfortunately, he found no one. In the end, he entered the wooden door on Spirit Vision's south side with a look of regret.
"Was he looking for me?" Watching the Night Watchman's stooped back, Gao Ming sensed something. He even caught a faint scent of incense ash.
"Are we going into Spirit Vision too?" Fu Shu asked nervously.
"Let's watch a little longer. We'll decide once they're all inside." Gao Ming breathed out a puff of warm air and rubbed his hands.
Near Spirit Vision, the three taboo gods also moved. The paper people carried the White Sedan Chair through the wooden door on the west side.
After him, the Butcher's argument also reached a conclusion. A great herd of livestock charged through the north door, close on the heels of the Tang Residence's procession.
"Only the east door is empty now." Many ghost