"... Brother,"
"What?"
"Who died...?"
Li Shaoze kept his silence as if he didn't know how to answer. He soon asked Zhu Zijin to park the car and wait. As he walked through the flight of stairs towards the mountain, Li Junfeng followed in anxiety.
It seemed that he didn't fully know his brother's circle.
And it made him a little nervous.
There were many wandering souls who attached themselves to their own graves. They were screaming and crying about their regrets. Some of them looked strange and scary, one had his head bent to his back with mouth full of red blood and another had her forehead split in two but no ghosts came to bother Li Shaoze, as if they were so preoccupied with themselves.
He was so used to it now that he could pretend not to see anything. His steps were steady as he stared straight ahead.
