As night fell, bonfires were lit in the fishing village, and the fishermen of the Ghost Race all gathered together, singing and dancing jubilantly. However, outsiders might feel a bit uncomfortable with the scene.
Because, as mentioned before, the Ghost Race cares more about masks than clothing, so many were bare-chested, including both men and women.
It was exactly as Zisu had said; although it was a welcome bonfire dance party, the Ghost Race seemed not to care much about their presence, merrily singing and dancing around the bonfire, which made Cheng Ziang and his group smile wryly.
Over a hundred people gathered in the open space of the village, mostly young people, with most elders resting at home, and some watching from afar on their own platforms.