Mist stretched across the mountains to the sky.
Today was the day to worship Guanyin. Every household should have been preparing offerings, but Guanyin Village was deathly silent.
Even the colors of the entire village had taken on an eerie bluish tinge.
Zhao Laoda stood at the village entrance. The way he had come was already cut off, and he knew something terrible must have happened in the village.
Come to think of it, had the ghost that flashed past just now grown bigger?
Terror gripped Zhao Laoda. When he saw it last night, it had only been the size of a monkey. Today, it already had the build of an adult.
If it kept eating like this, would it keep growing?
Gritting his teeth, Zhao Laoda charged into the mist and ran toward the Guanyin Statue.
He felt around behind the Guanyin Statue until he found the mechanism and pressed it. This time, however, there was no response!
Just then, a rustling came from the mist behind him. Zhao Laoda hurriedly stopped what he was doing and hid behind the statue.
He could only pray that whatever was coming was not a ghostly entity.
"Uncle Zhao..."
Suddenly, a somewhat childish voice rang out. The figure that emerged from the mist was actually a child who looked younger than ten.
Zhao Laoda went rigid. Only after making out the voice did he breathe a sigh of relief and slowly turn around.
"What happened in the village? Where is everyone?"
"I just came down from the mountain. Something terrible has happened!"
"The people who disappeared from our village were all sunk in the reservoir. Hurry and take me to find someone..."
Zhao Laoda recognized the child. He was one of the few children left in the village.
"Qingzi? Qingzi?"
Seeing the