Liu Wu Dai glanced at his three companions and said, "Before I begin, may I ask the current time? The year, month, and day."
"Huh?"
The group leader, startled, exchanged a look with the boy beside him, who glanced at his watch and said lazily, "It's June 25th, 1984, 8:30 p.m. Why do you ask?"
"It's nothing."
Liu Wu Dai shook his head. This must be when Fushen Pingyuan was sixteen years old, roughly seven years after the period Wanli Fengdao experienced.
The four strangled corpses in the compartment, the rice-cake figures in the fields, the procession of monsters escorting the headless girl in the white kimono, and now these three faceless classmates before him... What on earth had happened to this Fushen Pingyuan?
"Well then, I'll start."
Liu Wu Dai picked up the manuscript Fushen Pingyuan had placed in his palm and, by the candlelight, read:
