Suddenly, cries of grief were heard from the mass grave shrouded in gray fog.

Like crying and complaining.

Sometimes it was like the cry of a newborn baby, clear and loud; sometimes it was like the labored sobs of an old man at the end of his life; sometimes it was like the sharp cries of a life threatened; sometimes it was like the sorrowful sobs of a loved one who had passed away...

There was a strange feeling in the crying.

It's terrifying!

My scalp is tingling!

Vaguely~

In the dim mass grave.

White paper money fell from the sky.

An old man in mourning knelt before the grave, his body stiff and motionless, and the strange crying sound came from the old man...

The crying sound could be heard from far away.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Suddenly, footsteps came from behind the old man crying at the grave.

A middle-aged man dressed as a hunter, with a sad expression, tear marks on his cheeks, and uncontrollable fear in his dead eyes.

He walked with stiff steps.

Walk step by step behind the old man crying at the grave.

Kneel down!

Cry loudly!

The crying is so sad!

Like crying and complaining!

The crying sound gradually grew louder, then gradually became quieter, and finally disappeared completely...

A cold wind blew.

The hunter knelt there, his body stiffening as he fell, his eyes wide open with fear, but his face still held a strange expression of grief.

Sanyang Village.

A small village thirty miles away from the imperial city.

Although Sanyang Village is at the foot of the imperial city, it is closed and defended because the road is blocked.

The villagers are ignorant.

today.

Sanyang Village, the day for worshiping the river god every three years.