I hadn't thought much of this place during the day.
But by night, I found it eerily unsettling and quite frightening.
The surroundings were deathly silent.
The weak, red candlelight flickered like will-o'-the-wisp. Even before I approached, I heard the Taoist invoking spirits with his Soul Summoning Banner.
"Oh soul, come back, Song Yun, come back!"
This sent chills down my spine.
In front of the candlestick, a stern-faced Gu Yuanzhou, dapper in his suit, was surprisingly paying respects with incense.
His behavior took me by surprise.
In my mind, Gu Yuanzhou never believed in ghosts and gods.
Once, I had heard from a friend that offering the first incense of the New Year can bring better fortune to one's company.
Even after several times of me persuading him to offer incense with me, he ruthlessly rejected the idea and even mocked me for it.
More than once, he asserted to me that strong people do not believe in ghosts and gods.
