Bang!
Bang!
The muffled sound of footsteps, heavy like a drum or bell, echoed, drawing closer.
The thick layer of snow mixed with rainwater on the ground rippled like the shaking of a quilt, flipping outward with a spreading wave that traveled from afar, slamming into the bluestone steps in front of Xu's Wood Carving Shop and exploding into a tempest of snowy spray.
Wave after wave; it seemed each step unleashed such ripples.
A haunting cry, like an anguished sob, reverberated incessantly—traveling from one end of the long street to the other.
As if the gates of hell had opened, unleashing wailing ghosts...
Screaming their laments, wandering the human world under the cover of night!
In the alleyway.
An old man listened intently to the approaching footsteps, feeling the overwhelmingly intense divinity mixed within them. He gently patted the child beside him—Lu Chi.
"Go, foolish boy."
