With that, the blind man's death cast a shadow over this closed old residential area.
Three days later, in the early morning, dark clouds gathered, thunder and lightning intertwined, and a torrential downpour came, injecting some vitality into this still arid scorching summer.
Everyone was cheering joyously, the whereabouts of the stone box and the blind man's death seemed to have vanished with the rain.
The heavy rain lasted all day, and the dried-up moat gradually filled with water.
It was at this time that a guest arrived at Zhang Fan's home.
He vaguely remembered that the sky was already getting dark, the rain still pouring outside, clouds rolling above, lightning flashing, reflecting the dim light inside the house.
The intense knocking startled young Zhang Fan; he opened the door to see someone standing outside, or rather, a human figure. That person was not wearing a raincoat but an ancient straw coat, with a hat, looking quite strange.
