"What do you mean by the Ghost Festival! What do you mean by not being able to walk at night! What do you mean by encountering evil spirits! I don't believe in any of that nonsense!"
Li Muchen muttered to himself as he continued walking forward.
He subconsciously glanced down at his watch; it was already past eight o'clock.
At that time, there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road.
Is there really a saying that one shouldn't walk at night during the Ghost Festival (July 15th of the lunar calendar)?
Probably not. It's probably just because it's late and everyone should be home sleeping.
Li Muchen comforted himself and mustered his courage to walk forward. Before he knew it, he had arrived near a park.
I don't know if it's to save electricity, but although every light in this park is on, the brightness is less than that of a flashlight.
The weather was cloudy, the moon and stars were not visible, the lights were dim, and the surroundings gradually darkened.
A gust of cool wind blew by, and Li Muchen couldn't help but shiver. He felt a chill rush from his heels to the top of his head, like an electric current, and goosebumps rose all over his body.
Suddenly, a rustling sound came from behind. Li Muchen felt a tingling sensation on the back of his head and subconsciously looked back, but there was nothing there.
Depend on!
Originally, he was the bravest, and like the old man of the Li family, he was a staunch materialist who did not believe in the existence of ghosts or gods.
But because of the kind reminder from the third brother, Li Muhao, Li Muchen felt something following him every time he took a step forward.
When he moves, that thing moves too.
He ran, and it seemed like that thing was running too...
(End of this chapter)
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