Yuan Xiao's expression, coupled with the tone of his voice, made the late-night conversation seem all too real.
Tang Zelin pondered for a moment before saying, "What you mean is, there's something wrong with the village?"
"Well, that's just a guess. Whether it is or it isn't, I really couldn't say," Yuan Xiao paused, smacking his lips before continuing, "But, when you think about it, if these two things really are connected, bro, doesn't it give you the creeps?"
"If you've done nothing guilty, you've got nothing to fear from ghosts knocking on your door. What should I be afraid of? Is it you who's scared?" Tang Zelin laughed and flicked off some ash from his cigarette.
Yuan Xiao nodded. "You said it. I wasn't feeling anything off, but just now in the dead of night, even you had a nightmare. Honestly, I'm feeling a bit shaky myself."
"You didn't dream about anything?"
