Feet crunched on the frozen ground, producing clear, crisp sounds from time to time.
Everyone proceeded at a steady pace, ensuring their steps were as synchronized as possible, not too fast, nor too slow.
All of them tilted their bamboo poles towards the mist, and porcelain dolls were the only source of security they could cling to.
Ten minutes had passed.
They gradually approached a nearly abandoned farmhouse, following along the edge of the mist.
Dai Wei looked at the country path ahead and suddenly remembered playing there with his cousin as a child. Everything from those days… still vivid in his mind.
Could this dense mist ever disappear one day in the future?
Over the past decade, many villagers had prayed that perhaps one morning they would wake up to find the fog completely vanished, leaving no trace. However, it was evident this was pure wishful thinking.
"Look…"
At that moment, Lin Tai pointed to a house ahead.
