A fine drizzle was falling from the gray sky, and dark clouds obscured the moon. The wind was fierce, and Wang Dahong reckoned a heavy storm was brewing for the night.
He had just come from the village chief's house.
At dusk that day, he was returning from the mountains with his hunting party when Wang Guzi's second son called out to him from far off at the village entrance: "Uncle Hong! Uncle Hong!"
Chapter 61