"Don't you worry. I've already given the government a heads-up about this. As long as you can get to the bottom of it, the government will handle your payment. It's just... not a lot."
The village chief looked a bit sheepish, but they were truly out of options.
"Over the years, we've hired Daoists, Monks, and Mages to perform rituals, but nothing's worked. Not only that, but this year, during the happy New Year's festivities, Old Man Warren, who had left the village to live in the city, suddenly fell into the river with a splash. Holding a funeral during such a joyous time... it terrified the whole village. Many people who came back for the holiday fled back to the city overnight because of it, afraid they'd be the next to go."
Drew Thorne nodded. He already understood the purpose of his visit, but there were still a few things he needed to clarify.
A few young men from the Thorne family sat behind Drew Thorne, sticking close to him.
