第8章

Later, showing it to 老伯, he gasped. “This… this is a very old symbol! It's said to be one of the symbols related to the lost stone tablet and the 神木! Where did you see it?”

I hesitated, not knowing how to explain I saw it on my computer screen. I only said I saw it on an old wall in the town. 老伯 looked at the symbol drawn on my paper intensely, his expression serious. “This symbol is said to represent the connection between different realms… the living world and the spiritual world.”

我的心跳漏了一拍。不同 realm？难道我最近经历的一切，是 because these realms are somehow connected?

On the evening of the fifth day since I arrived at 神木镇, a sudden and violent storm hit. The wind howled, the rain poured down like a waterfall. Lightning flashed incessantly, followed by earth-shaking thunder. The power went out. The old house creaked and groaned in the wind, as if it would fall apart at any moment.

大家 gather downstairs in the living room, lighting up candles and phone flashlights. The atmosphere was tense. 老伯 sat by the window, his eyes nhìn ra ngoài, his face grim.