In an instant, the wind howled, as if someone were growling.
"Fire."
Suddenly, in the wind, fierce flames manifested, shaping like the wind, rolling like tides, surging towards the pulsating darkness.
The dazzling light instantly illuminated the small courtyard, transforming into countless light spears, piercing through the darkness.
The chirping sound echoed in the darkness, as one black beetle after another emerged under the light.
The dense beetles, exposed under the light, writhed in agony but quickly melted away into the light, disappearing without a trace.
The dark tide receded, along with the faint erratic noises within it.
Grandma watched this scene quietly, holding a thermos cup. The black bone dangling from a white bone post near the door swayed with the wind, colliding with the post, emitting a crisp sound.
That black bone was a thank-you gift forcibly given last time when asking Wen Yan for help.
