Bai Buhui was someone with a sharp and firm determination. The experience from his childhood had turned him into someone who was selfish and aloof. Many who had worked with him in the past commented that they sensed a lack of human sociability from the man. But such a person had mist in his eyes when he saw the edge of the abandoned school's field.
In less than ten minutes, Bai Buhui had experienced more than ten ghost stories. The nurse's office that was filled with whispering and crying, the music room that had music floating out of it even though it was definitely unoccupied, the staircase that had an extra step, the statue that would cry, the cafeteria that was empty but somehow drifting with the delicious smell of meat, the human face that was hiding underneath the toilet cubicle, and the consistent footsteps that had been following behind him.
