"Many thanks, my lord," Grandpa Que hastened to bow deeply with his hands clasped.
"When did you awaken?"
"I, an old man, am surnamed Wang, named Que, originally from a small town, living alone at the village head. I don't know how long after my death, but one day I suddenly awakened and found myself transformed into this form.
Since then, I could hear people's voices, and often, children would whisper to me.
I am aware of Dali's stance towards the Evil Cult and never dared to reveal myself in front of others. Adults never believe the words of children.
I never committed evil, nor did I pay attention to the grown children, so as those children grew up, they also stopped believing in the legend of Grandpa Que, which allowed me to cling to a feeble existence until now.
For how long, I do not know, the outside legends began to change slowly.
