Ze Ning unknowingly moved closer to Qin Yi. He was extremely sensitive, and for some reason, he had a bad premonition about this place.
The atmosphere suddenly turned without any warnings; it was extremely strange.
"Are we really going in?" Wang Wenwen swallowed saliva, her eyes darting about.
She was not afraid of the heavens or anything but ghosts!
The village was extremely sinister, almost as though it was a haunted village.
"What, Wenwen? Are you scared?" Feng Qingge blinked her eyes at her as though in disdain.
She had never been afraid of ghosts because there was something even more terrifying than ghosts in the world: humans.
"Who? Who says so? I'm not afraid. Mao Zedong once said that all demons and ghosts are paper tigers." Wang Wenwen looked at Qin Yi and harrumphed.
Are you kidding? How could she act afraid in front of her charming prince?
"Wenwen, don't be afraid. I will protect you," Qin Yi consoled Wang Wenwen.
