"In the end, the woman fell into a puddle of water?" The shadow interrupted Feng Bujue then by asking this question.
"Huh? You've heard it before?" Feng Bujue said.
"I want to hear a story that can really scare me, not a joke," the shadow replied.
"Hmm…" Feng Bujue gave a long sigh. "Then let me try another one."
There were plenty such stories in his mind. It would be no problem for him to rattle off one hundred of them.
You want a scary one, do you? he mumbled internally. Then again, this thing itself is a ghost and wants me to tell him a ghost story. This sure is… funny.
This time, Feng Bujue looked like he was really prepared. The shorter the story, the better, and it needed to be scary. With limited word count, scaring someone else with just the power of words was quite challenging.
"That day, I was sitting on the bench in the garden."
