There were four people living in Headman Zhang’s house: him, his daughter Ying, the middle-aged woman he had just met, his grandson Wu, and his granddaughter Su, the young girl. His son-in-law had died three years ago.

　　Considering A’wu’s attitude, Li thought it would be inappropriate for them to eat together, so he suggested that they have meal by themselves.

　　They didn’t have to trouble the headman.

　　After all, they had brought plenty of food, just in case.

　　To Li's surprise…the headman didn’t insist.

　　He agreed to his suggestion.

　　Night fell.

　　The rushing water poured down the waterfall.

　　Axiu walked towards the waterfall, wading through the water.

　　“Sister Bing…” Tears streamed down her face.

　　At the same time, near the headman's house lived the middle-aged man who had given Li and the others a hard time that morning.

　　His name was Yan.

　　He was a very jovial person in the village and was well-respected.

　　He lived alone and was still single.

　　"What is the headman thinking…"

　　It was almost midnight, but Yan couldn’t sleep.

　　It was almost summer, but he felt cold all over.

　　He had even added another blanket.

　　But even so, he still felt shivering.

　　Suddenly, he felt something wet in the blanket.

　　He didn’t pay much attention to it at first.

　　But later, he felt like the entire blanket was soaked in water!

　　Yan immediately sat up and threw back the blanket.

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　　The entire bed was completely soaked in water, he didn’t know when.

　　He immediately sat up.

　　When his feet touched the floor…they were also submerged in water!

　　"Wh…what's going on?"

　　He began to feel uneasy.

　　The room was dark, and because there was no electric light, he couldn’t see anything and had to feel his way forward.

　　Because he had lived here for a long time, he was familiar with the layout, so he didn’t bump into any furniture.

　　He felt his way to the drawer and found that it was also full of water.

　　He opened the drawer, took out a kerosene lamp and a box of matches.

　　He felt a little reassured after lighting the lamp.

　　It was past midnight.

　　The time was now June 7th.

　　Yan walked out of the bedroom and looked outside.

　　He found that the water on the ground was quite serious.

　　"Is it raining heavily?"

　　But outside, the moon was bright in the sky.

　　There was no sign of rain whatsoever!

　　Soon, he felt water dripping from the ceiling.

　　Yan held up the kerosene lamp and looked up.

　　There was indeed water on the ceiling.

　　But…as he saw the scene, he was immediately terrified!

　　Wh…how was this possible?

　　On the snow-white ceiling, there were…footprints! Footprints made of water!

　　The footprints were clearly visible.

　　There were five toes.

　　Could a person possibly walk upside down on the ceiling?

　　Yan calmed himself down.

　　He clenched his lips and stared at the footprints on the ceiling.

　　They actually extended into the kitchen.

　　Although he was very scared, Yan still wanted to go take a look.

　　Maybe he could find some explanation for this bizarre phenomenon.

　　He trembled as he slowly walked towards the kitchen.

　　The kitchen wasn’t very big.

　　He could see everything at a glance.

　　There was nowhere for anyone to hide.

　　Except…the big cupboard.

　　And the footprints on the ceiling actually extended to the top of the cupboard and then moved to the wall next to the cupboard!

　　"No, that’s impossible."

　　Yan held the kerosene lamp high, slowly approaching the cupboard.

　　Every step he took was like walking on thin ice.

　　When he finally reached the cupboard, he grabbed the door with his left hand and took a deep breath.

　　“No…it’s not me…Li Bing, you committed suicide. It wasn’t me who killed you. Don’t come for me…"

　　Then, he slammed the cupboard door open!

　　In the light of the kerosene lamp, he saw—

　　Rows of neatly arranged bowls and spoons.

　　Everything was normal.

　　“Whew!”

　　Yan felt like he was going to collapse, but he finally relaxed.

　　It must have been his imagination.

　　But what about the footprints on the ceiling?

　　Was it someone playing a prank?

　　But no one in the village had a grudge against him.

　　Besides, could those water stains from the footprints have accumulated that much water?

　　He should just scoop out the water.

　　Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to sleep.

　　So he closed the cupboard door, deciding to scoop up the water with a basin.

　　Just as the cupboard door was about to close…

　　A bloodless hand reached out from the cupboard, holding the door open!

　　Yan didn’t have time to react.

　　Another hand reached out, grabbed his neck.

　　The cupboard door opened, and Yan’s body was pulled into the cupboard!

　　The cupboard door slammed shut.

　　For a long time, there was no sound.

　　The water, as if absorbed, seeped into the ground and disappeared.

　　A gust of wind blew, and the cupboard door opened again.

　　Inside, there were still just neatly arranged bowls and spoons.