Under Chang Zimo's lead,
Chu He, Lai Yu Yao, Sun Canxing, Yu Yingjie, and the others walked slowly down the main road of Xia Shui Village.
The night sky hung low and heavy, like a giant swath of black silk,
enveloping the entire village in a dense shroud of twilight.
The main road was like a long, deep corridor,
stretching into the endless darkness as if it had no end.
The surroundings were eerily still, the silence broken only by their somewhat heavy footsteps
and the occasional whisper of the evening wind.
The wind was like a mysterious messenger,
murmuring unknown stories into their ears but refusing to reveal any of its secrets.
An oppressive aura hung in the air, so tangible
that it weighed down on everyone's hearts, making it hard to breathe.
Along the road, the doors and windows of every house were shut tight, like silent barriers.
Their sealed state seemed to be a firm rejection of any outside prying,
or perhaps a careful guarding of some unspeakable secret.
