We tiptoed out of the room. In an attempt to not be seen by the other villagers, Yin Xinyue took us on a small path. Soon, we reached Fourth Uncle’s house. 

The rhythmic knocking sounds came from the room inside. I muttered to Yin Xinyue, “You really can’t hear anything?” 

Yin Xinyue shook her head, confirming, “Yeah, nothing.” 

It’s strange. Why am I the only one who can hear it? I silently pushed the window open and peeped in. 

Fourth Uncle was sitting in the same position as the day before; he was sitting on a chair, holding a stick and hitting the wooden fish. 

Although I had told Yin Xinyue and Li Mazi Fourth Uncle’s strange situation, when they saw him knocking on the wooden fish, their mouths...