The Isolated Island (57)
Granny Li's eyes were stained with a strange light. Villagers stood behind her motionless with their heads lowered in a lifeless silence as the robed man gestured erratically to the sky.
Without the cover of trees or weeds, the group was easily discovered standing in the vast open space.
The rain distorted the surface of the water but nothing could be reflected on it, even their shadows seemed to have been swallowed by unfathomable darkness.
Chu Yi stopped in his tracks and his pupils bore through the rain and locked eyes with the old woman.
The sky above their heads was shrouded in thin clouds like red gauze moving in, its red glow falling on the people standing below with a sense of oppression and weirdness.
Especially when Granny Li grinned, her eyes and teeth were stained with red as she spoke to them across the distance.
From where he stood, Chu Yi could not hear her voice but somehow he seemed to understand.