Xu Xiangyang couldn't help but furrow his brows.
He had already noticed that ahead, there was another intersection.
And once again, the figures of three white-dressed women, one tall and two small, appeared from the pitch-black rainy night.
"There really is someone! Everyone, look quickly!"
"Are those people?"
"Is she waving to us? Is she trying to flag down the bus?"
An unexpected situation.
The appearance of the white-dressed women entered the sight of all the tourists on the bus.
"Is it the kind of evil spirit that everyone can see? Not a possessor?"
He scratched his head with a bit of annoyance.
"What exactly are they trying to do..."
"Should we stop and ask them?"
