"Axiang is a spirit medium, right?" Cheng Ziang asked with some excitement.
"Yep, right over there," Balan said, pointing to a girl in a grass hut not far away.
Following the direction she was pointing, Cheng Ziang saw the girl called Axiang. She wore a bizarre monster mask and was kneeling around a corpse with other girls, accompanying the dance of the great shaman and rhythmically beating a wooden clapper.
"What a lengthy ritual. They even hold it when it rains?" Cheng Ziang commented with a sigh.
"Mhm. The great shaman said it must be held immediately, otherwise the dead souls lingering in the village would bring disaster," Balan answered earnestly.
"Do they also hold a ritual for the bodies of the Faceless to dispel their souls?" Cheng Ziang suddenly thought of this question and asked curiously.
"No need," Balan shook her head in response.
"Why not, aren't they all people?" Cheng Ziang scratched his face and asked.