The Jisan Village festival continued through the night.
The outsiders could sleep in several private houses that were completely open, and they could enjoy free alcohol and meat all through the night.
In the end, quite a large number chose not to leave and remained in the village.
“What’s going on?”
“Ah, I heard they’re doing some big event on the last day. So… I guess it’s kind of like a gut ritual?”
“What’s that supposed to be?”
“No clue. But I’m going to film it and make shorts.”
The outsiders idly muttered to each other as they stayed up all night or, drunk, wandered into whatever room and fell asleep.
And when the sun rose on the final day.
“Oh.”
“Looks like it’s starting now.”
[Jisan’s blessing arrives~]
At last, the ritual began.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
To the janggu drums beaten by the pungmul troupe, the villagers lined themselves up on both sides as though making a road, creating a long open path.
From the tiled-roof house.
All the way to the village shrine.
And from the tiled-roof house at the very center of the village, the beginning of that road, something finally emerged.
[Sansanbaekjisanbokjusiopge, O proxy.]
It was a huge human palanquin.
Four people, rooster feathers pinned to their chests and their heads covered in plain white cloth, were carrying someone.
“Oh.”
“Hey, hey, this is getting serious.”
The outsiders only exchanged dull words of casual interest, but among them were beings watching with shining eyes.
‘What a mess.’
Assistant Manager Eun Haje.
The one whom Kim Soleum had called that checked the movements of the person riding atop the human palanquin and the villagers around him.
At this rate, it looked as if project work could proceed smoothly.
That sharp gaze turned toward the outskirts.
Toward one side of the village lined with…