Retribution was still unfolding inside the ancestral hall—and the night was far from over.
Having survived yet another round of the game, the group was exhilarated—especially since it had been so easy this time. That's the perk of riding the coattails of a big shot.
All they had to do now was wait for dawn, and the game would be cleared.
They lingered for a while, watching the ghost brides dissect the monstrous toad with cruelty.
Realizing the brides would likely be occupied for quite some time, the group decided to leave the ancestral hall temporarily and head to the river, intending to bid farewell to the water ghost before they left.
Meanwhile, outside, the village chief and his family were anxiously searching for his elderly mother with flashlights in hand.
The day had been consumed by wedding festivities—preparing, hosting, and keeping an eye on the outsiders. So naturally, no one had noticed where the old woman had gone.