The cough of that old woman startled Yang Jian and Zhang Yiming along with the others.
Without a doubt, that cough was the same voice from last night... weak, powerless, as if sick.
"Is she, a ghost?"
Zhang Han's eyes widened as he watched the old woman slowly walk away.
"If this old woman really is a ghost, then the other villagers might be ghosts too...It was wise of you not to fire that shot, Ye Jun, think more before you act next time," Zhang Yiming said.
Yang Jian glanced over, "He doesn't have a brain at all, it's filled with corpse water, I saw it myself last time we split his head open."
Ye Jun's face was a kaleidoscope of changing colors; at this moment, he was experiencing an inexplicable sense of fear.
If he had actually fired just now, there might not have been just one ghost that appeared, but a swarm of them.
