After washing our faces, we returned to the grave house. No one said a word. The air around us seemed to have frozen. I lay there staring at the ceiling, replaying everything that had just happened in my mind. Xiaolong turned over beside me. I knew he must be just as unable to sleep. Huang Ping and Chuncheng were on the other side, just as motionless. This night was destined to be filled with fear and unease.
