李卫国comfortably reclines on the wooden stool, sipping his morning tea. He is sitting in the small courtyard of his house, which is surrounded by lush greenery. A few chickens are scratching the ground nearby, occasionally clucking to one another. The sun is just beginning to rise, casting a soft golden light over the village.

"Looks like another beautiful day," he murmurs to himself, taking a sip of his tea. He has been living in this village for the past fifteen years, and it has always been a place of peace and comfort for him and his family.

Beside him, his wife, Chen Qing, is watering the vegetable garden. She stops for a moment, looking at her husband with a concerned expression. "Have you heard anything about the strange phenomena happening in the neighboring villages?" she asks.

Lǐ Wèijiè shakes his head. "No, I haven't. The headman said it's just a minor inconvenience, but I can't shake the feeling that something is wrong."