Jiang Shouzhong looked around, sitting on a chair, his gaze fixed intently on the old woman, asking: "Who is the Grave Master?"
The old woman pursed the thread in her hands, the end brushing across her dry lips, then unhurriedly responded with a question: "Have you seen the Husband Seeking Forest?"
Jiang Shouzhong nodded: "I have seen it, but I heard that place is also called the Ghost Forest."
The old woman's hand wavered slightly in her needlework as she looked up, her cloudy, yellowed eyes gazing at Jiang Shouzhong, a smile forced onto her face.
"Why is it called the Ghost Forest? What did you see there?"
The smile spread across the old woman's wrinkled face, like cracks on parched earth, exuding a sense of eerie timelessness.
Jiang Shouzhong said truthfully: "I saw many bride corpses hanging there, and many coffins."
"Thus, that place is also called the Bride's Grave."
