Moreover.
It's still nighttime.
In such a sparsely populated small town.
Walking on a pitch-black street where you can't see a soul.
Listening to the constant calls of owls ringing in your ears.
From time to time, a chilly mountain breeze would blow in.
In this environment, it naturally makes people involuntarily tense.
Let alone talk about ghosts!
That truly makes one's hairs stand on end.
"Xiaofeng, are you sure that tomorrow the little boy, uh no, that ghost, will definitely come back to play football with Lu Ying?"
Mu Dongcheng looked at Chen Feng, took a deep breath, and asked.
"If nothing unexpected happens, he will definitely come, so I have to go again tomorrow no matter what!"
Chen Feng said.
"Then, is this ghost the culprit responsible for Lu Ying's coma?"
Mu Dongcheng asked doubtfully.
"That's still unclear. On the surface, it seems likely to be him, but I always feel something is off!"
Chen Feng shook his head, frowned, and said.
"Off?"
