In the boundless darkness, a muddy path led to the ominous and terrifying church ahead.
It was presumably the church.
The Ma Family trampled over the numerous bones underfoot, passing one after another bizarrely shaped Arhat statues.
The eldest girl's eyes widened as she observed the worshippers who, topped with candles and as gaunt as skeletons, ceaselessly worshipped toward the front.
It might be more accurate to say they were part of the church rather than worshippers.
Just like ghosts driven by a tiger.
"You've arrived?"
An exhausted, deep female voice came from ahead, and the eldest girl instinctively grabbed her elder brother's sleeve before cautiously peering forward, only then noticing the gorgeously dressed, beautiful woman seated on the altar.
Her eyes were slender, eyebrows heavily powdered—aspects of her makeup that did not seem to follow domestic trends.
