Were my eyes playing tricks on me, or had I lost my mind?!
As Little Bad King listened to Daoist Chu's description, he stared fixedly at the lake, his scalp tingling. What he saw was utterly different from what the other man described.
It was a truly terrifying feeling, like two people walking together at night when the one in front suddenly spotted an inn in the wilderness, red lanterns lit and wooden doors wide open. A still-alluring proprietress waved a red handkerchief, calling insistently, "Come on, sir! Come inside and have some chicken!"
Excitedly, he told his companion, "One wild chick's as good as another. Why don't we get our fill right here?"
But his companion answered in bewilderment, "Fair enough, but where's this wild chick? Where's the chicken?"
"Right there beside the road!"
"Bullshit! Take a good fucking look... there's nothing over there but a fresh grave!"
Encountering a ghost at midnight was terrifying enough, but worse still was being the only one to encounter it while everyone else remained oblivious. That was how Little Bad King felt now, so frightened his crotch dripped furiously, afraid some unclean thing might suddenly leap out of the calm lake and grab him by the throat.
What the fuck was going on?! Why was I the only one seeing this desolate, ruined, silent land of death...? Little Bad King's head buzzed. After pondering carefully for a long time, he abruptly turned toward Liu Suihan. "Brother Liu, what does the scenery look like to you right now?"
Liu Suihan looked blank at the question, then asked suspiciously, "What's wrong? Isn't this a cave heaven blessed land, with immortal mist rising and birds and beasts calling?"
Fuck, he wasn't seeing what I saw either. Little Bad King felt even less certain. Pale-faced, he