It was nighttime, and Qiaotou Village was pouring buckets.
Qiao Mu closed the wooden window. Unease plagued her mind continuously, so she decisively laid on the bed without taking off her exterior layer of clothes as she listened to the sound of the rain battering against the window frame.
Beside her, Xiao Lin'er was wearing a peach-colored undergarment that covered her chest and abdomen, and she was hugging a fresh peach while sleeping sprawled on her back with light snores.
Qiao Mu, on the other hand, tossed and turned back and forth sleeplessly. Suddenly, she heard an inhuman roar from the east end of the village, closely followed by a horrific scream that pierced the night.
It dropped into the center of the placid lake like a rock, fiercely jolting Qiao Mu's heart.
That voice appeared to come from Wu Yanzhen's house.
Qiao Mu inwardly cursed "Shit" and sat up with a roll, scooping her sister into her arms and scrambling to dress her.
