The Isolated Island (24)

The crew member who knocked on the door shivered and felt a chilly sensation on his back. It was almost as if something was peeping at him, and this feeling of being watched by someone seemed to come from every direction, like an ice-cold needle picking at his scalp.

The smell coming from behind the door was very strong. It smelled like rotten, dried meat being fermented for a long time in rotten oil. But it could not cover up the scent of blood. The wind howled and whistled through the cracks in the stone houses, uncannily resembling the cries of a young infant. 

The night had fallen.

The stone village was also plunged into darkness.

In the sound of the rushing waves from the shores in the distance and the swaying of tall dark grass on the edges of the stone houses, the corners and alleys were dark, and only two big red lanterns lit up on the eaves of the ancestral hall far in the distance, like a beacon to faraway travelers.