I couldn’t help but take in a deep breath. I told myself not to panic. I gritted my teeth and ran toward the village entrance. 

But before I could reach the gate, the rocks that formed the gate turned into a row of coffins alongside the path. The small stream was gone, and the path we had just walked on became a dark gorge.  

From my position, I saw a black mist moving and filling that gorge. The mist moved with the wind, turning into cold air that slapped my face.

The road I had used to come here was gone, so I could only head to the village. But when I turned my head around, I was petrified by what I saw. 

The Dai people that had just danced and sung were nowhere to be seen. It seemed they were never there. In front of me sat piles of white skeletons and weathered musical instruments. 

What scared the wits out of me was that those musical instruments still...