She was a doctor and an atheist.
But nevertheless, she did something guilty. People often say, if you don't do anything guilty, you won't fear ghosts knocking at your door at midnight. But it was precisely because she did something guilty that she now feared.
It felt as if there was a pair of eyes watching her intermittently from somewhere.
I'm not afraid of you while you're alive, how can I be afraid of you once you're dead?
She forcefully kicked Tang Yuxin, but the cold wind blew on her body, not the usual kind of cold, but a chill that ran through her bones, making her shiver involuntarily and turning her face as pale as a ghost.
"Why aren't they here yet?"
She stomped her foot impatiently on the ground. She had been calling for so long, were these people dead or what? Hours had passed, where were they? Where had they gone?
