"Woo..."
When Hu Ma entered, although the atmosphere was eerie, it still seemed relatively easy.
But now, leaving was proving to be much harder.
The moment he turned around, a cold, ghostly wind blew into his face, and his vision blurred.
What he saw next was something he would never forget.
The village, which had been lifeless, suddenly came alive.
The sun was shining brightly, and people were walking around with smiles on their faces.
Some were laying out pieces of white, flesh-like objects on the rooftops to dry, while others were grinding the last bits of millet with stone rollers.
Some were chopping firewood, others were scolding children, and a few were serving meals to men sitting at the door, chatting idly.
The scene was vibrant, full of life and light, as if with a single turn, he had stepped into another world.
But it was just a fleeting glimpse.
Hu Ma felt a sharp pain in his eyes, and when he blinked and looked again, he saw that everyone in the village had turned their heads to stare at him.
The lively expressions on their faces were rapidly fading away.
It was as if the colors were being stripped from objects over time, leaving only pale, lifeless eyes and withered cheeks.
Hu Ma forced himself to endure the shock this sight brought to his heart.