Chu Dazhuang steadied his spirit and then walked out of the ancestral hall with Xiao Huang sitting beside him, settling down gently. Seeing Chu Dazhuang standing at the doorway motionless, Xiao Huang tilted his little head, glancing at Chu Dazhuang, then at the path ahead, looking completely at a loss for where to go.
"What are you looking at?"
A voice echoed in Chu Dazhuang's mind, startling him.
He trembled in place, slowly savoring the abrupt female voice that had popped into his head.
"Hmm?"
Chu Dazhuang replied in confusion and followed up by lifting his gaze forward, but there was no one on the road ahead. Puzzled, Chu Dazhuang turned to look around. On the empty road, apart from the sound of Buddhist scriptures being chanted, there were no other sounds to be heard.
Chu Dazhuang pursed his lips, somewhat baffled by what was happening. After a pause, he cautiously looked around once more.
Other than Xiao Huang and himself, there wasn't a living soul breathing nearby.
