At that moment, Xu Qinglang felt his scalp go numb. He had seen many ghosts before. He was not afraid of ghosts, but the person in front of him who had just gone to Wu Mountain with him made him feel so horrified that he could not speak.
The woman glanced at him. Seeing how scared he was, she seemed to find it more interesting. She reached out and tapped his chin lightly.
"So cute, like a cute little quail."
The woman's fingers were cold, and Xu Qinglang shivered. He immediately put on his clothes and got off the bed. He did not even dare to look at the woman. He threw the money on the bed, but he did not pick it up. Instead, he opened the door and ran out.
Compared to the last time when he woke up with 3,000 yuan on his bedside table, Xu Qinglang felt like he had failed even more today.
He was confused. After leaving the hotel, he squatted down on the curb and lit a cigarette.
This woman is mentally unsound.
