Two lonely old spirits squatted at the base of the wall, sighing and lamenting about the declining state of the world.
Just as they were lamenting, Gui Laixin suddenly perked up, "Got it!"
"Got what?"
"Someone replied!"
As he spoke, a blood-red letter appeared in Gui Laixin's hand, containing just one short sentence.
[If you've got the guts, come over.]
This sight made Gui Qiaomen envious, and he rubbed his hands together, saying, "Let me go with you, let me indulge my curiosity."
"Come now, we're brothers, aren't we?"
Although the domain that could once cover miles had shrunk to the size of a fart, the two spirits still mustered it up with bravado, ready for their first hunt since their creation.
Arriving at the east end of the village, they saw a house they had never seen before.
The sight of this house filled them with tears of joy; it was as traditional as it could get.
Even the door was the most ordinary wooden door.
