In the smoke-filled room, the sound of drums echoed continuously.
Next to Sun Xiaohu, there was a heated table with a shrine on it.
In front of the shrine, various meats and poultry were offered as tributes.
On the incense burner, three cheap sticks of sandalwood incense were slowly emitting smoke.
"What's going on here?"
Shen Shiyao, having never seen such a setup, curiously asked.
"It's a spirit dance."
Lin Yifan's gaze fell on the floor of the room.
An elderly woman in her sixties, with white hair and wearing colorful striped cloth, was dancing around the room, gesticulating wildly.
She muttered continuously under her breath.
