Until I appeared, with the wood雕.
I couldn’t fully understand everything they said, and I still felt much doubt and confusion. Was this just their local superstition and legend? Or is there something real in it?
The contrast between the ordinary look of the villagers and their beliefs in the supernatural was очень striking.
In the afternoon, I decided to walk around the village and explore the surroundings. The driver offered to go with me, but I decline. I needed some alone time to think about everything that had happened.
Holding the wood雕 in my hand, I walked along a small path behind the village, which led to the edge of the rain forest.
The forest entrance was shaded and quiet. The air felt thick with the scent of earth and plants.
I hesitated for a moment, remembering the driver’s warning about the林魈. But something inside me urged to go forward.
I stepped into the rain forest. The light immediately dimmed, and the temperature dropped a few degrees. The sounds of the village receded, replaced by the sounds of the forest - buzzing insects, rustling leaves, distant bird calls.