The sky brightened, sunlight emerged, and every household began to stir, each person stepping out. This brought a fresh liveliness to the city.
Song Yin and his companions had swept the main hall clean and rested for an hour before walking out of Charity Estate. By this time, the streets were also filled with some people.
In the county town, those who were in business continued as usual, and street vendors set up their stalls just like in any ordinary city.
Except that the night did not belong to them, by day they were no different from common folk.
There was no hint of fear on their faces; after all, they had lived this way for as long as they could remember. Ghosts were just another part of their lives.
Song Yin and his group walked down the street and came upon a porridge stall, where they handed over silver coins and took a seat.
The stall owner served up several bowls of porridge and a few dishes of pickles, placing them on their small table.
