Xu Xiaoyan returned to school to fetch a small bag, swapped her skirt for trousers, and then left town with Yan Fei.
Gradually, once they moved away from the main road, there were hardly any people in sight.
It was clear that Xu Xiaoyan began to fill with doubts as they went along, "Yan Xiaofei, you often travel back and forth at night. Have you ever encountered anything bizarre or strange?"
"Yes, there have been thieves, and one who was stealing oil. You know all about this, right? The new motorbike was a gift from the oil thief. He also gave me a very nice knife."
"Oh come on! Who's asking about that?" Xu Xiaoyan leaned in closer, lowering her voice. "I mean ghost-like or monster-like things. Have you heard the stories that there used to be monsters around our town?"
