At this moment, it was close to evening, coupled with the typhoon weather, and there were no lights around.
The surroundings were quite dim.
And Zhang Qiumei was already thinking about how Xingxing and Yueyue had died.
Imagine, one second you're thinking someone is dead, and the next second, that supposedly dead person emerges from the darkness and suddenly appears in front of you.
Can you not be scared?
In any case, Zhang Qiumei was frightened, screaming loudly and gasping for air.
Her scream directly scared the military wives around her.
It also made Xingxing and Yueyue frown.
"Brother, this auntie is so strange. Is she saying we're ghosts?"
Xingxing's gaze was scrutinizing as he looked at Zhang Qiumei in front of him, softly uttering "Hmm," while contemplating something.
"Mrs. Lin, what are you shouting about? How can you say these two kids are ghosts?"
"They do have shadows."
"Besides, ghosts are a thing of feudal superstition, something that cannot be spoken of."
