Zhao Yang stared down at the ground, only to be startled!
"Damn it, how did it become Fang Lao Si?"
Fang Lao Si, having been beaten by Zhao Yang, was spewing blood from his nose, and his front teeth were nearly knocked out. He felt a burning sensation on his face. When he touched it, damn it, it was all blood!
"Zhao Yang, have you lost your mind!" Fang Lao Si shouted.
However, even as he shouted, Fang Lao Si didn't dare to raise his voice, fearing that it would disturb the ghosts.
"I swear, I wasn't hitting you just now!" Zhao Yang said in surprise.
"If it wasn't me, then who the hell could it be!" Fang Lao Si yelled as he climbed up from the ground.
However, having said that and just standing up, Fang Lao Si was suddenly chilled by a thought at the back of his mind and said, "Could it be... the thing you saw just now was a ghost?"
"I don't know!"
Zhao Yang tried his best not to think about ghosts. If there really were ghosts here, it would be too damn creepy!
