The street gradually became lively, with vendors and runners bustling around like mushrooms after a rain.
Groups of women went out early with bamboo baskets to buy vegetables.
Soon, a scream pierced the dawn.
Within moments, a dense crowd blocked the Dong Residence completely.
"It's terrifying, Dong Hui has been dead for five years, how could he be dug up again? Hey, look closely, this coffin is made of superior rosewood!"
"It's covered with yellow talismans, and a huge 'Sin' word is written on the red gate, whether it's in human blood or..."
Someone read those small words aloud.
"Has the Dong Family offended someone?"
Someone else chuckled.
"Haven't the Dong Family offended only a few people over the years? Maybe they've done something else outrageous. Deserved it, ha!"
Yicui squeezed through the crowd, manipulating the atmosphere with a pitched voice: "Yesterday, the wizard's bell was ringing continuously; from my point of view, it could be a vengeful spirit at the door."
