“I’m delivering rice to the dead,” that person answered with a cold voice.

After hearing him talk, I exhaled in relief. The undead didn’t talk. I concluded the other person was a living human being.

When we reached the foothill, I wasn’t in a hurry to leave. I found a place to hide.

This was because I doubted the other person was a tomb-raider. Who would come to the mountain to deliver rice in the middle of the night?

We watched the person walk directly into Qingshan Village. He pushed a door open and entered a house.

I was relieved. It seemed I was just overthinking. The person had really gone up to deliver some rice. Perhaps it was some strange custom of this village that we outsiders weren’t aware of.

Li Mazi and I started to return to the hotel.

When we returned, it was almost...