"Ma'am, what day is it today?" Tang Yue stopped a middle-aged woman.
The woman paused, their unsettling gaze sweeping over them back and forth before a smile appeared. "You'll find out when the time comes."
"What is going on here? Is this a celebration or a funeral? It's so eerie," Li Jing suddenly regretted coming along.
What would they do when the feast began? He really shouldn't have come. The two who stayed behind in the wooden building didn't have to deal with these strange villagers. They'd been there for days without any issues.
"Maybe we should go back?" He looked at the busy villagers, thinking that they wouldn't notice their departure.
But the moment he spoke, the courtyard fell eerily silent. Everyone—those setting up the feast, chatting, and even the children playing—stopped and turned to stare at him.