"Little Long...I...I usually don't ride the subway at night, I...I really didn't expect...the subway station at night...to be...to be this terrifying..." Song Yuru said, her teeth chattering.
"Hehe, big wife, what are you afraid of? After you put the ghost charm on yourself, you are the 'ghost'... why are you still scared?" Huang Xiaolong teased.
"Little Long! Stop...stop talking nonsense! I'm not a ghost!" Song Yuru, both angry and scared, stomped her foot and exclaimed.
Just then—
"Don't...don't come over..." Against the wall, a middle-aged man dressed in tattered clothes, his face filthy, looked at Huang Xiaolong and Song Yuru in terrified, huddled up, and made a distorted sound.
"Ah!" Song Yuru was also startled.
"Oh... big wife, this is a person, not a ghost, don't be scared." Huang Xiaolong laughed and forcefully pulled Song Yuru over. "It's just a begging vagrant."
