The lights in the park had been vandalized at some unknown time, and the trees were so dense that it inevitably looked hauntingly eerie at night.
Suddenly, a gust of wind passed through the woods and brushed against the carousel, causing the hanging decorations to sway and make noise, and the figurines to the side began to light up unexpectedly, followed by the sudden appearance of two figures.
"Aaaah!!! Ghost!" A few young people screamed as they ran out of the park in a panic.
Watching the awkward escapees, Xu Huo shifted his gaze and caught the diminutive figurine with his hand.
"To have the courage to go out and hone one's bravery during such times is commendable," Yan Jiayu said as she flexed her arms and looked at the figurine in his hand. "Did the copy boss give that to you?"
Xu Huo nodded, "As agreed beforehand."
