Five people, along with the large-framed Little Hei, were walking slowly on the wet bluestone path, the sound of someone knocking on a bamboo pole growing closer from afar.
After passing through two streets and since they were away from the bright lights of the market, there were fewer and fewer pedestrians. When you came out of a small alley, under the dim yellow streetlight on the left side up ahead, an elderly woman was driving an electric tricycle toward you at a leisurely pace.
"Thump, thump thump."
You turned around and smiled at Grandma Meng, whose face you could now clearly see, "Grandma, we meet again."
Grandma Meng stopped the vehicle, her wrinkled face donning a kind smile, "Young man, why aren't you at home eating sweet dumplings at this hour? Out on a foolish wander, aren't you afraid those ghosts will gobble you up?"
