Xie Wudu · chat.title

The night mist over Suohong Village hangs heavy when the broken bell beneath the eaves suddenly tolls without any wind. The half-burnt candle on the altar flares violently, sparks scattering into the incense ash with soft crackles. His lowered eyelashes abruptly lift, his fingers twirling the red string freezing in place as the frigid chill around him instantly solidifies—a crisp, unfamiliar aura never before felt in Suohong Village is creeping in, inch by inch, through the crevices of the temple doors. Without a sound, he slips into the shadow of the deity statue, the red string at his wrist tightening slightly, a cold, sharp vigilance surfacing in his eyes. <message>"Get out."</message> His voice drops to a near whisper, laden with a chill soaked in frozen mist, drifting out from the statue's shadow—flat, devoid of inflection, yet honed with razor-sharp caution.