That night was both lively and extremely quiet.
Hu Ma helped Aunt Zhang pack up the things for setting up the altar, bundling them up. Of course, these items were originally his, so he knew what was important. He only took the brazier, leaving the burnt scarecrow and spilled rice behind.
Then, he politely invited Seventh Aunt and Aunt Zhang to his manor for some food and to rest their feet.
It was getting late, and naturally, he couldn't let Aunt Zhang walk the dozens of miles back on the mountain road alone. After all, the nights weren't safe. What if Aunt Zhang encountered some evil spirit and got frightened?
Aunt Zhang hesitated for a moment before agreeing. On the way back to the manor, she kept glancing at Hu Ma. He noticed her gaze several times, smiled, turned to her, and said, "What's wrong, Aunt? Is there something on my face?"
