A strange, freezing village he couldn't leave, and a woman with a very peculiar attitude.
Outside the wooden house, the wind howled.
Before long, Qin Manjiang felt cold too.
There really was something strange about this place. It wasn't snowing, yet the cold chilled him to his core.
Fortunately, the two village women who had gone to fetch bedding returned about five minutes later. They had even kindly brought the woman an extra set of clothes.
Qin Manjiang turned his back to arrange the bedding, while the woman put on proper winter clothes.
They had just finished when a sudden uproar broke out in the village.
"There's a ghost!"
"There's a ghost!"
The cries were shrill. Qin Manjiang raised his eyebrows. He had encountered plenty of ghost stories and visited plenty of creepy places.
But this was the first time he had heard people making such a fuss about a ghost.
The two village women looked terrified too and took to their heels.
Seeing this, Qin Manjiang immediately rushed out of the little wooden house behind the Guanyin Statue and ran toward the noise.
Along the way, the village's young and able-bodied men rushed out as well, carrying clubs and blades as they charged toward the screams.
The sight stirred a thought in Qin Manjiang's mind. It seemed this wasn't the villagers' first time seeing a ghost?
Soon, a crowd of villagers, young and old, had surrounded an old house.
It was late, but not quite evening; dim, but not quite dark. It must have been sometime after five, approaching six.
In the hazy light, a lamp burned inside the house. Its light flickered, casting two silhouettes onto the window, one of which was struggling and screaming frantically.
"Ah!!!!!"
The scream was horrifying. None of the people surrounding the old