Its figure was terrifying, charred black all over, with only its teeth a ghastly, terrifying white.
The old man, feeling cheerful, began to pack up his things, thinking that he absolutely had to tell everyone about his terrifying ordeal when he got home.
'No, wait. The first thing I'm doing when I get home is having my old lady wash me with pomelo skins to get rid of this bad luck!'
While thinking these thoughts, the old man gathered his things, wanting to leave the place quickly. Just then, he couldn't help but twitch his nose.
"What's burning? Why do I smell something charred?"
The figure behind him pressed against his back once more. The old man's nose twitched as he sniffed the air again, finding the situation unbelievable.
'Why would there be a burnt smell out here in the desolate countryside?'
