Uncle Nine: I'm Wenhua, So Do Whatever You Like!

“When the dead have business, the living should keep away.”

Moonlight fell softly through the woods. Wen Hua wore a yellow robe, holding a bell in his left hand and waving white paper in his right as he muttered an incantation and slowly walked forward.

More than ten shadowy figures followed behind him, their hands raised. With every step he took, they hopped along in perfect unison. Their movements matched, and the distance between each hop was almost exactly the same.

Jing, jing, dang...