When Saza had moored the boat on the shore, he sat down in the boat and smoked a cigarette, trying to embolden himself in this way.

After a long time, the man who had been shouting in the night did not appear, and he disappeared nowhere. Thinking that the man was gone, Saza stretched out the boat and prepared to leave, in the faint moonlight.

At this moment Saza saw a shadow jump from the shore onto the boat, softly, like the wind.

But, upon closer inspection, there was nothing on the boat, except for a pale patch of moonlight and a small yellow leaf.

Sazar didn't know what to do. However, he knew in his heart that the shadow that jumped on the boat might be the ghost of the people's legends.

Sasa reluctantly propped up the boat and floated endlessly in the valley of ghosts, drifting aimlessly. The boat drifted there for a while, and gradually, it came to a small dilapidated pier.

Saza moored the boat, as before, under a great willow tree, and moved himself to the shore. By this time the night was quite dark, and everyone had fallen asleep, and he was the only one who remained by the river, busy in the pale moonlight.

However, remembering that he would be able to harvest a lot of fish to-morrow, he did not complain, jumped out of the boat, washed his hands by the river, and walked back along a small path.

After walking for a while, he found that the place that appeared in front of him turned out to be a rather strange place, and he had never been to it before. Somehow, he sat under an old tree, stared at the pale moonlight, and couldn't think of a way to come up anyway.

At this time, a laugh came out of nowhere, and the laughter kept drifting with the wind, and all of a sudden, but it didn't know where to die.

Saza was afraid.

He glanced around, and there was no one. Only the wind kept blowing on a tree, blowing up the leaves, drifting down, hitting the ground, and all at once, it was gone.

Saza sat on the ground for a while, and gradually, he came to his senses and remembered the path in front of him. Yes, the path in front of me appeared again, so lovely, so beautiful, like a charming girl.

Saza walked along the path, walked for a while, and gradually came to the door of his house.

Saza pushed the door open. It was pitch black and he couldn't see anything, so he struck a match, and all at once, he lit up his house. However, it was found that the furnishings in the house were quite unfamiliar. He didn't know what was going on, and he began to wonder if he was in the wrong place. Thinking so, he walked out of the room, but by this time, the door was closed. He had no choice but to sit helplessly on a small wooden chair in the room, feeling a little desolate in his heart.

After a while, for some reason, he felt a little stuffy, so he got up again and forced the door open.

He stood outside the door of his house, and in the faint moonlight, he realized that it was not his own house, but a tomb. Saza was so frightened that he looked around, but there was no one but a wind that kept ringing in the trees.

Saza ran to his own boat desperately, wanting to return to his own boat, and at this time, only the boat was his home.

At this time, in the faint moonlight, a bleak wind sighed incessantly.