Li Xianyu suddenly turned his head around. The place behind him was empty, with only a few rows of shabby waiting chairs.
"It's gone." Xiao You's expression was tense, and she was so frightened that her lips turned pale. "There were a bunch of people behind you… No, not people, not people…" She trembled uncontrollably as she spoke, as if she could not withstand the wind and frost in the cold winter.
"Talk properly, what did you see?" Li Xianyu grabbed her hand that was holding his arm. After feeling the man's warm palm, Xiao You felt a lot safer.
"That row of chairs was full of ghosts, and just now they were donned in patient garb, staring at us. When you turned around, they disappeared. Come on, let's get out of here quickly."
