The Isolated Island (16)
Crack, Crack.
A cracking sound of charred incense sticks and crushed stone came from under his feet.
Chu Yi stood before the offering table, lowered his head, and saw that he had smashed the remnants of previous offerings and hadn't been swept away. The incense used was obviously of lower quality and the smell was more pungent, it was so fragile that it becomes dust when crushed.
The gloomy and cold wind whistled, bringing about a stale and rotten stench. The view from the table was wide open, and a small, unfenced platform extended out from the end of the hall where two soft pillows for paying respect were placed.
Chu Yi pushed aside the broken bones with his feet and found that gold and silver dust was glittering under the bone fragments, which were gold grains as fine as sand.