Yu Wenjin followed the scrawny man to a two-story house just outside of the village.

From the way the house looked, it used to be a mansion of the local gentry. It was surrounded by tall fences, and its roof was covered with green glazed tiles. Two human-sized stone lions were set by the entrance. In the courtyard, a white-haired woman sat in a rocking chair and was enjoying the afternoon sun that came through the grape vines above her. It was supposed to be a cozy country scene.

However, the peace and serenity of the scene were disrupted by a large green snake that coiled itself by the old woman's feet.

"Granny." Yu Wenjin was not disturbed by the eerie scene as she readily greeted the old woman.

The white-haired woman opened her eyes and cracked a loving smile.

"Have you bid farewell to your friends?"

Her voice was a stark contrast with her appearance; it was like a wailing of a night owl. Her voice and the snake completed a ghostly portrait of the old woman.

"Yes." Yu Wenjin