If the villagers' patrol routes were turned into a drawing, the resulting shape would look remarkably like a flatbread with a bite taken out of it.
And in that "bitten-out" gap stood a house.
A house... he had once visited at night.
If he hadn't caused such a commotion this time, Bo Yi would never have noticed that the villagers usually gave this house a wide berth. Even their current patrols avoided it.
Still, the discovery didn't surprise him. After all, he had already witnessed this house's "remarkable" qualities one night.
He had nowhere else to go anyway... Bo Yi pushed open the door and stepped inside.
I might as well... rest here for a while. He had been busy since last night and hadn't had a proper rest.
He gave a sleepy yawn and lay down on the sofa. His increasingly heavy eyelids slowly closed, and his breathing gradually settled into an even rhythm.
Outside, the villagers were still bustling about, conducting their patrols in tense but orderly fashion, while the culprit responsible for putting the village on edge drifted peacefully off to sleep inside the house.
By the time Bo Yi opened his eyes again, it was completely dark outside. The house was pitch-black, and a piercing chill slowly seeped through his skin into his bones, making him shiver involuntarily.
Why had it suddenly gotten so cold? Bo Yi exhaled and started to rise from the sofa, puzzled. But the moment he moved, he noticed something wrong-
The back of his clothes was wet.
The sodden fabric clung tightly to his skin, slowly drawing away his body heat. Strangely, though, Bo Yi didn't feel that the temperature inside the house had dropped. At least, his breath wasn't condensing into white mist.
He pushed himself up from the sofa,