Chapter 84: Lingering at the Door
After a thorough exploration of the village, Miles and his group found nothing unusual. The quietness hung heavy in the air, a calm that felt oddly unsettling.
They had been reliably informed about paranormal activities in this location, and the Cockroach Club would not have sent them on a wild goose chase since deception was pointless and would only breed endless complications.
“There must be something off about this place. Perhaps, it’s just out of my vision without me realizing it. It wouldn’t hurt to inquire,” Miles contemplated.
Before he realized it, he had wandered to the fringes of the village, where an elderly man, well into his sixties, was engrossed in tending his vegetable garden.
Approaching the man, Miles initiated a conversation, “Good day, sir. You seem engrossed in your gardening.”
The old man spared him a glance and resumed his work, seemingly unperturbed.
“Sir, I’m a visitor from the city. I noticed an eerie quietness here and a funeral at the village entrance. Has something happened?” Miles ventured.
“Get lost!” The man’s response was brusque.
Miles remained undeterred, his lips twitching slightly at the old man’s impoliteness, “Sir, do you have any idea how the young man at the entrance met his end? He looked full of life. It’s tragic he passed on so prematurely.”