C160 It Was a Counterattack

"Hehehe, hehehe..." A little girl's eerie laughter suddenly echoed from behind Shih Zhonglei. He whipped around, but there was nothing there.

"Who's messing around?" Shih Zhonglei asked, his annoyance palpable. He was well aware that Lyi Village revered spirits and deities, annually slaughtering chickens and ducks to anoint the graves with animal blood as an offering to the departed