Hearing Xiaoman's words, Li Huowang let out a cold snort. Having already understood what happened on the eighteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, he instantly guessed that these people must have had their identities stolen by it, just as he had. The entire village was crudely and forcefully patched together by the eighteenth day of the twelfth lunar month. Everyone in the village had been unknowingly playing along with its long act.
Since the eighteenth can control so many people at all times, it's obviously not just playing house. It must be doing this for its own benefit. Maybe that thing is some weird Evil Spirit that feeds on people's names and identities.
"What Wu Family Village? It's nothing but the 'No-Home Village'!" Li Huowang sneered.
But as soon as the eighteenth was mentioned, Li Huowang's muscles tensed. He stared at Xiaoman with a nervous expression. "Right! What about the eyes? Where are the eyes of the eighteenth!"
