"Little Master, who are you talking to?"
Upon hearing Xia Xin suddenly talking to himself, Wen Zishu asked somewhat bewilderedly.
Xia Xin's body stiffened.
Before he could figure out how to respond,
Jiangli spoke up from the side, "There's a little ghost on the bus, one of the wraiths of the excavated remains at the construction site."
"........."
Wen Zishu's eyes widened in shock, and with a stomp on the brakes, the newly started car came to a screeching halt, stationary.
Embracing Shuaishuai, Xia Xin couldn't help but lurch forward.
Jiangli sat there, not moving an inch, steady as a rock.
"Ju-just now..." Wen Zishu's head knocked against the steering wheel, his mind foggy. He straightened up, rubbing his painfully throbbing forehead, and swallowing hard, he asked, "Did I hear that right just now? Is there, is there a child on the bus?"
It should be a child, right? Not a wraith?
Wraith...
At the thought of that word, Wen Zishu couldn't help but start trembling all over.
