The countryside was especially quiet at night.
There were not many people in this village to begin with, and since it was already late at night, the old people in the village must have gone to bed early. Once night fell, the entire village seemed to enter another world.
It was so quiet that it felt oppressive, even frightening.
But at the village entrance,
one house was distinctly out of place.
The front door of this household stood open, with lights on inside.
In the center of the main hall stood a neatly arranged vermilion coffin. Two white candles, nearly burned down, were burning before it. Their flickering flames cast strange shadows that swayed across the surrounding walls, creating an inexplicable sense of gloom.
On the table before the coffin was a portrait of a young man. At night, the portrait seemed veiled in thick fog, making it impossible to see clearly; only the outline of the man in the picture was visible.
It gave off an eerie feeling.
"Where did the people in the village go? Normally, someone should be keeping vigil at night during a funeral."
A group approached from nearby and stopped in front of the house.
Through the open front door, they could clearly see everything inside.
"This village was strange to begin with. A ghost was wandering around the village freely at night, yet these villagers could still live here as if nothing was wrong." Zhang Yiming looked grave. "I already felt that this place was a little too normal during the day."
"Indeed, this village is normal in a very eerie way." Zhang Han nodded.
It was precisely because of that normalcy that it had been deceptive. They had even doubted whether there was a ghost here at all.
But what had happened tonight