"Why are you guys here?"
Auntie Wu's heart was beating fast as she asked in a trembling voice.
Her man was about 60 years old. Compared to her chubby figure, he was a little dark and thin. His head was wrapped in a sweat towel and he had a cigarette in his mouth. When he heard her words, his lips moved but he did not make a sound.
His two sons were both adults. They were tall, but they looked simple and honest. Neither father nor son seemed to be good with words. Neither of them could give an explanation.
On the other hand, the daughter in her arms cried for a while. After venting the fear in her heart, she raised her head and sobbed, "
"Mother, after you left yesterday ..."
"Yesterday?" Not only did Auntie Wu realize that something was wrong, but the others also widened their eyes and spoke in a trembling voice.
"Yup,"
This time, Auntie Wu's man interrupted and nodded.
"Looks like we've been trapped by the ghostly labyrinth."
