It was a moonless night, and only a few stars were visible among the clouds.
Everyone was sound asleep, and the occasional barking could be heard.
"Ouch, my hand!"
One of them was hit by the fallen man. His arm was pinned under the man's body and he could not help but exclaim softly.
"Ghost! There's a ghost on the wall!"
After getting up, the burly man could not care less about his sprained ankle and escaped in a hurry.
"What ghost? Where's the ghost? Stop making a fuss."
Lu Chuan refused to believe it and climbed up. However, not long later, everyone in Liu Yue Village heard his screams.
The people below had long been prepared and went to hide by the side.
Lu Chuan did not have anyone to cushion his fall but he could not speak. He could only stare at the wall with his mouth agape.
All the nearby houses lit up, and Liang Ping and Mdm Chen walked out holding their lamps.
