"No wonder..."
Realization dawned on Song Yunyi. He turned to look at the coffin behind him. "This... was how you drew her out?"
"Then, then the people inside are..."
"Yes." Bo Yi nodded, glancing at the coffins he had deliberately left unwrapped in white cloth. "Her parents."
"So now we're going to..." Song Yunyi had also spotted the figure appearing through the curtain of rain. He swallowed, his hands trembling slightly as he carried the coffin. "Deliver them to her door?"
Bo Yi gave him a puzzled look. "If you insist..." It wasn't out of the question... he just didn't quite understand why.
After all, the two coffins were merely tools he had used to lure "her" out. Now that he had achieved his goal, he had already intended to have them put the coffins down to avoid provoking her. But if Song Yunyi insisted...
"No, no, no..." Song Yunyi shook his head frantically. That wasn't what he meant at all!
Once Bo Yi gave them permission to put down the coffins, they hurriedly unloaded the weight from their shoulders. Then, facing the figure slowly crawling toward them across the ground, they began backing away cautiously. Only when the figure was out of sight did they all let out a heavy sigh of relief.
"What do we do next?"
"Bo Yu, Chu Youyi, and the others won't be in trouble, will they?"
"No." Bo Yi shook his head. "If the villagers wanted to act, they would have done it yesterday." There was no need to wait until today.
"Speaking of which..." Xu Xiaoyang ventured, "There's something I've never quite understood..."
"Why haven't the villagers attacked us?"
"Do you remember what the notebook said?" Bo Yi slowly recited, "'April 17. I looked through the secret book passed down through generations of