Just after the sun had set, the sky had not completely gone dark. In the Lian tribal clan, about seven children and a few women stood around Jiang Xiaorou's house. These kids were about eight years old. The eldest was about the same age as Yi Yun. Every one of them wore rags and their bodies were dirty. In their hands were cow dung, as they threw it one after another at Jiang Xiaorou's door.
"Splat! Splat! Splat!"
The dirty cow dung exploded upon contact with Jiang Xiaorou's door, giving rise to a strong stench.
Behind the child was an old woman dressed in long black robes, looking like a witch. She began dancing as if she was in an epileptic shock and chanted weird phrases.
"All gods are my brothers, all bodhisattvas are my sisters, all the diseases and disasters, stay away from me! Demons and ghosts, hasten and leave! Bewitching evil spirits, show yourself! Ah Ah Ah… Wu Wu Wu… Ah Ah Ah…"
