Wu Gang's voice was very low, almost whispering into Wang Yanli's ear.
Feeling the warm breath flitting past her ear, she couldn't help but shiver and cautioned, "You... be careful!"
Wu Gang, holding Wang Yanli's cellphone, deliberately pointed the flashlight towards the ground when he got close to the grave mound, to avoid letting the light shine over the top of it.
Then, he tiptoed to one side of the grave mound.
"Xia Rou!"
Suddenly, Wu Gang shouted loudly, instantly turning the flashlight on Xia Rou, who was hiding behind it.
"Ah!"
Xia Rou, startled by his sudden move, screamed in terror, her face losing all color.
The next second, she leapt out from behind the grave mound, her delicate face pale and utterly terrifying to look at.
"You little witch, trying to scare me!" Wu Gang said, a mocking smile curling at the corner of his mouth as he looked at Xia Rou, who had scurried to Wang Yanli's side.
