"How could we possibly know any path through this white fog, a transformation that cannot be altered by a few mere mortals like us?"
He had already sensed that this domain was fraught with mortal danger, more than just an intense resentment lingering in the air...
To him, these resentful spirits gathering in Dazhong Lake were likely to spawn some ghastly anomaly outside the realm of the ordinary. He had but an inkling of the bewitched village, where many had perished, misled by unfathomable beliefs and delusions.
The ceremonies were not for the living, they were but discordant notes masquerading as celebration, a marriage ceremony for a young couple, now a ruined household due to the death of both husband and wife.
Because he had come to know the terrifying truth, the one who sat enveloped by paper figures as his family was bound to throw himself into the lake in desperate suicide, tortured by inner guilt.