"Little Long... Why... why are all of them staring at me?" Song Yuru had a subconscious feeling that something was amiss. She raised her eyes and swept her gaze around the carriage. "Little Long, what's... what's happening?"
"Err... What is it?" Huang Xiaolong cracked a smile. "Wifey, the 'spirit-warding charm' I stuck on your back was blown away by a gust of ghostly wind. This means that all the ghosts in this subway have discovered that you are a living being."
At the next moment!
"Hahahaha! We have a living one onboard! And even a woman, young and tender! Hahaha! Drain her!"
"A living person dared to board this subway—does she want to end her life or what?"
"A living person has boarded—you're going to nowhere. She's doomed, yeah, she's doomed..."
"Nonsense! How come a living being dares to occupy the subway meant for us ghosts! She's courting death! Swallow her! Drain her! Get inside her!"
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