Was this a savior?
Or...
Aunt Zhang, being a great walking ghost, had seen much of the world and experienced countless things. Yet, at this moment, she was deeply shaken.
She looked at Seventh Aunt, sitting on the sedan chair, full of pride, with a weasel by her side beating drums and blowing horns. Then she looked at Hu Ma, who was supporting her with a smiling face. She felt somewhat lost.
For a moment, I didn't know whether this old lady was saving me, or...
But Hu Ma didn't give her time to say more. He helped her up, lifted her onto the horse's back with a grip at her waist, and led her away with Seventh Aunt outside the village.
The green veils intertwined like a maze, trapping even the surging evil aura of the Five Evil Gods and the bustling little ghosts, yet they walked out with ease, completely unimpeded.
Just as they were almost out of the village, they felt a rolling evil presence behind them, rising endlessly like the night fog.
