High Willow City, southwestern area of the outer city, Cold Gate District.
It was already night, and the cold wind was piercing.
Because evil occurrences had been frequent lately, every household had hung willow branches with Night Lamps in front of their doors.
Yet, there were still twenty or thirty households that had not hung up lanterns.
"Dad, people say an Evil Spirit entered the city, and we need to hang up Night Lamps with willow branches." The young boy wiped the sweat from his forehead, sat on a chair, and drank water deeply.
"Where would we get the money to buy lamp oil?" The old man served some thin porridge, pointing at the few grains floating on top, he sighed, "After lighting them for several days, we already don't have enough rice at home, let alone enough food to eat."
"No worries, we still have a few sweet potatoes at home, we'll have something to eat tomorrow." The woman came out, the plate she carried had several slices of salted vegetable leaves on it.
