When I was young, I heard that our family owned a tract of woodland in the Huannan area. It was so remote and far from home that Grandpa and Grandma, whose health was no longer what it used to be, eventually let the place fall into ruin.
Later, I heard people say that gunshots rang out in those woods at night, along with miserable, bone-chilling cries. I was very puzzled back then. No one in our area owned a gun. Besides, we were poor. How could anyone afford one? Unless it was...
