Huang Shan stared coldly at Liu Youquan as though she were looking at a dead man.
She had never imagined that Liu Youquan and Wu Mingjiang could be so utterly depraved as to supply demons with humans to feed on every month!
She did not need to think to know where those people came from.
No wonder. No wonder Sister-in-Law Liu told everyone she met that a monster had carried off her youngest son. She had only turned away to wash some vegetables, and he had vanished without a trace. No matter how she searched, she could never find him...
The image of that somewhat stout woman surfaced in Huang Shan's mind: dressed every day in a ragged padded jacket, searching everywhere for her son around the compound, the Medicinal Fields, and the foot of Mist Mountain.
Hers was a face worn by wind and frost.
Her cheekbones jutted out, her eyes were sunken, yet her gaze always held a glimmer of hope, as though her son might come running out of some Medicinal Fields the very next moment and throw himself into her arms.
Because of this behavior, the tenant farmers all thought Sister-in-Law Liu had gone mad.
If her husband had not been such a capable worker, she would long since have been driven out of the compound and left to fend for herself.
No wonder. No wonder Granny Li took my hand every day and begged me to go into Mist Mountain to find her grandson. She said her grandson, only six years old, had merely picked up a pebble while playing at the foot of Mist Mountain, and the mountain god had abducted him the next day...
In her mind, the image of that white-haired old woman, her back bent like a bow, grew ever clearer.