"Have you finished making that black-robed man's coffin?" Aze asked.
"Ah, not yet. With all that happened last night, when would I have had the time? That's why I got up early to work on it." Old Zhang started sharpening his knife again.
"Uncle Zhang, don't you need to sleep? Aren't you tired?" Ye Chu asked.
Old Zhang waved a hand dismissively. "Tired from what? I didn't do anything all night."
Ye Chu stared at the knife in his hand, momentarily dazed. Didn't you just say it took all your strength to move the coffin lid...?
"That business last night... do you think the Ghost Opera Singer did it?" Old Zhang asked haltingly, looking as though he had only just remembered to be afraid.
"Who knows?"
"Your mother's doing all right, isn't she?" Old Zhang changed the subject.
Aze helped him tidy up the cluttered room a little. "She's all right. Same as before."
"What are you planning to do next?" Old Zhang asked.
"Next?" Aze looked up at Ye Chu, who was still standing in the doorway. "Take that kid home."
Ye Chu frowned. "I..." He was about to speak, but when he saw Aze shake his head slightly at him, he swallowed the rest of his words.
With the room more or less tidied, Aze told Old Zhang, "If there's nothing else, I'll be going." Then he left with Ye Chu.
Ye Chu followed him, feeling that he had something else to tell him.
Sure enough, once they reached a place where no one else was around, Aze stopped and turned in another direction. "Come on. We're going to the temple."
Ye Chu was puzzled. "What are we going to the temple for?"
"To steal some offerings to eat."
Ye Chu's eyes widened. "Which deity do they worship