Lin Xin did not know when it started, but he faintly saw a woman dressed in white in the dark corners of the shop. She resembled an opera singer, her hands and long sleeves fluttering as she raised her arms to the right, motionless, maintaining that pose as she slowly drifted past the doorway.
Yet, Wang Meng, standing right beside him, saw nothing at all.
"Fooling around with ghosts and gods!" A fierce look flashed in Lin Xin's eyes as he waved his hand. "Light it up! Burn it down!"
"Yes!"
A group of burly men, already losing their patience, heard the command and swiftly took out their flint stones. Others picked up dry sticks nearby, wrapped cloth around them, and lit them with the candles from the lanterns, beginning to set the tailor shop ablaze from all sides.
The fire gradually illuminated the pitch-black streets nearby.
