In the dead of night, amidst the woods, could someone be setting up a stage for a performance?
But this late at night, who could the audience possibly be?
A sense of the absurd and grotesque crept into everyone's hearts.
Lu Guiyan's brow was tightly furrowed. The bizarre scene inevitably brought to mind tales of the supernatural, but as a woman of the Jianghu, she had never believed in ghosts or gods.
'Someone must be playing the ghost...' She considered taking a detour, but it felt pointless.
After all, if this was truly aimed at them, their pursuers would find them one way or another. Better to just forge ahead.
As the sound grew clearer, Lu Guiyan and the others could distinguish the sounds of several different instruments.
There were cymbals, gongs, drums, a wooden fish, and even bamboo clappers...
But with so many different sounds, there should have been a large group of people.
