When Sang Que woke up, Qiao Ling also opened her eyes suddenly, but Xia Chan, sleeping in the middle, was still lost in a beautiful dream.
The night was very silent, and some footsteps could be heard outside. Sang Que and Qiao Ling exchanged a glance, and Sang Que signaled Qiao Ling to stay while she went out to have a look.
In the village, twenty young men with black headscarves, led by a man who clearly looked different from them and wore a silver earring on his right ear, quietly infiltrated the village.
The man with the earring quickly gathered some stones and set up a strange stone tower at the village entrance. He picked up a stone and drew runes on it with his own blood, placing it at the top of the stone tower. He then untied the water pouch from his waist, pouring the strange blood-like liquid around the tower while chanting an eerie tune.
A sinister wind arose around the stone tower, swirling fallen leaves into the air.
