Eating people? What people?
Eating them in the literal sense, or driving them to their deaths, like in A Madman's Diary?
Wei Yanchi suspected it was both. He thought of what his senior fellow disciple had told him: the Wei Family revered Wu Culture and still practiced marriage within the clan.
Wu Culture originated in ancient times. Its defining feature was communication between humanity and heaven. Through wizards and rituals such as divination, sacrifices, and incantations, it sought to build a bridge between humans and supernatural forces-heaven, gods, spirits, and ancestors-to ask for protection, predict good or ill fortune, or influence the outcome of events.
If the world had not been full of so many supernatural things, he could have dismissed it as superstition. But Wei Yanchi was a Daoist priest himself. He truly had no idea how the Wei Family's witchcraft "ate people," or just how twisted it had become by now.
They seemed to have reached the depths of the estate.
Voices surrounded them, an endless tide threatening to drown Wei Yanchi.
The Ghost Bride hummed merrily in his mental space, while the Rich Landowner bobbed his head as he beat a drum. The Giant Dragon snorted at them, and only then did they rein themselves in a little.
Yet a cacophony of demons still raged in Wei Yanchi's ears, leaving him dazed.
"Young master, now that you're back, there's no escape."
"You'll end up following in your father's footsteps."
"You can't leave."
Who were all these people?
Victims of the Wei Family's twisted culture?
So noisy. Wei Yanchi walked faster and faster.
"Wei Yanchi." Xie De called his name, stopped in his tracks, and caught Wei Yanchi's hand, pulling him back. Seeing the cold sweat covering his forehead, he asked quietly, "What did you see? What