Wait? Wait for what? Wait for death?
Huai Shi held his fan, huddled in a corner where no one paid much attention. He shivered, then looked around cautiously; none of the beings seated on either side resembled humans.
"Hmm? It seems there is a human scent."
"Must be a mistake. Drink up, drink up."
The two brightly colored, large ghosts from Yingzhou sitting in front of Huai Shi picked up their wine cups and drank merrily once again, soon getting lost in the song accompanying the dance music.
Behind the hanging curtains, the maimed Musicians played pipa and konghou, presenting an almost wailing, desolate tune for the decayed Court Officials. Yet, under the chilly breeze, this somehow made the banquet even more lively and boisterous.
"All good stuff here. Don't waste it, eat up," the Raven urged.
