Night comes extremely early in Shanyin Village, and the twilight is like rice paper soaked in ink, smearing the mountains layer by layer.
Suddenly there was a crisp sound of copper bells in the distance, followed immediately by a nursery rhyme sung by children in unison:
"The moonlight shines on the pond, paper figures smile, and living people are buried. The pond water is red, bloody, the Nuo god is angry, and hundreds of ghosts are crazy..."
