Zhao Youliang, who was already afraid, became even more frightened now that he could only hear the voice but not see the person.
Even if he were stupid, he would realize that he was possessed by an evil spirit!
With a shout of "Oh my god!", he dropped the black umbrella and ran towards the back door of his house.
After entering the house and meeting the big yellow dog, I finally felt a little more at ease.
He bent down and patted the big yellow dog's head, saying with lingering fear.
"Brother Dog, Brother Dog, I think I just saw a ghost..."
The big yellow dog's eyes were full of contempt for Zhao Youliang; it was as if the words "you seem stupid" were written all over its face.
Ignoring the guy, he wiggled his shriveled rear and ran to the other side, picked up the umbrella that had fallen to the ground, and placed it next to Zhao Youliang.
Then he wagged his butt and went back to his doghouse to sleep.
Zhao Youliang also wanted to go back to his room to sleep, but he still had to wait to welcome the immortals.
Therefore, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and persevere.
Thinking of immortals, Zhao Youliang then thought of another important question.
If... if that was a vehicle only the dead could board, wouldn't Zhang the fortune teller be dead too?!
Zhao Youliang became increasingly frightened as he thought about it, and subconsciously reached for the water glass next to him to take a sip.
But when he reached out, he found that he was holding something in his hand—a piece of dark wood.
The wood reeked of decay...
"How did I end up with this?!"
After thinking for a while, Zhao Youliang remembered that the "wood" in his hand seemed to be the handrail from the white bus.
When Grandma Li pushed me out, I "accidentally" pulled myself down...
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