"Aunt, what should we do now?"
Upon hearing Aunt Zhang's voice, even though she was merely expressing her own concern, everyone seemed to find their anchor and quickly turned to look at her.
It was nighttime. A lantern hung on their cart, but its light was dim. Aunt Zhang's face was somewhat dark, making it hard to discern her expression, but her calm voice considerably reassured the group.
She seemed to have an idea, as she didn't speak right away. Instead, she walked to the roadside, took out the last stick of incense from her bundle, quietly lit it, and waited patiently until an eerie breeze swept through.
Unnoticed, a headless little ghost appeared by the roadside, its small hands reaching out and fumbling.
Aunt Zhang frowned. "Where's your head? Did you lose it again?"
The headless little ghost gestured silently with its small hands.
Aunt Zhang said, annoyed, "Go get it back, quickly."
The headless little ghost continued gesturing but did not move.
