In an instant.
Ma Long's sleepiness vanished, and his mind cleared.
He recalled the horrifying scene he had witnessed at the staircase corner!
A ghostly woman in red, hair disheveled, floating in midair, writing bloody words with her hand...
Shivering, Ma Long cursed:
"Damn it!"
"I'm at home; how could I be in a car accident? Can't you scammers be more professional?"
"Alright, alright, I have other things to do, bye!"
Quickly hanging up the phone, Ma Long stumbled and ran out of the funeral shop.
"Xu Yang is not crazy!"
"There really is a ghost in his home!"
He ran to the door but stopped, yelling in anguish: "Where's my BMW?!?"
At that moment.
A taxi stopped in front of the funeral shop.
The driver, looking like he was going to get out, was stopped by Ma Long: "Master, are you available?"
The driver, a middle-aged man, looked at the funeral shop's sign and said, "Sir, I was planning to finish for the night."
"Damn it!"
