"Quick, quick, over there! See if there's anything wrong..."
When the young men of the village lit their torches and found Hu Ma, he was sitting by the felled crooked-neck tree, resting.
He was drenched in a cold sweat, and the night wind that blew was chilling to the bone.
But because of that sweat, the oppressive heat that had been within him vanished, leaving him feeling light and refreshed.
His fierce actions earlier weren't entirely due to anger; more than half of it was out of fear. This world was strange, filled with evil spirits, meat mountains, and Ghost Walkers, but Hu Ma realized that there was something even more terrifying than these.
Even when an evil spirit came to harm someone, he could see it, sense it. There would be a process, allowing him some slight ability to resist.
But now, what had he encountered?
