Osmanthus Village had a rule.
On the night of July half-moon, as soon as the sun set, no matter what one was doing, they had to hurry and put down whatever was in their hands and return home to tightly close the doors and windows.
In the past, the children of Osmanthus Village didn't understand why they had to do this.
Until the night came.
Huddled in their quilts, they shivered as they listened to the haunting songs outside and the agonizing, heart-wrenching cries for help from someone unknown.
And until they were taken to the ancestral hall by their parents to see the tragic state of those villagers killed by the fierce ghost.
This was something every child in Osmanthus Village had to know from a young age.
At night, there were murderous fierce ghosts outside.
These were also enemies that the village would inevitably have to eliminate one day.
As dusk approached.
A few people suddenly burst into Miss Wang's courtyard.