Stories Heard Under the Old Locust Tree

The old locust tree at the entrance of the village has twisted branches like the claws of a ghost. Every time when the moon is dark and the wind is high, there are always old people gathering under the tree to take out the strange things from the country that are packed in the bottom of the box. The elders say that you will be tabooed if you listen to this, but if you dare to get closer, you will hear the rustling of the locust leaves in the wind, hiding a seductive whisper: "Tell me one more?"