And across the street.
The streetlights seemed to be flashing more frequently.
Suddenly, another bolt of lightning streaked across the sky.
The instant lightning brought a flash of light, a thunderclap roared from the sky.
Rain, lightning, and thunder—in the blink of an eye, Shu Yi's quickened pace suddenly stopped.
As if her yang energy had dissipated and her three souls and six spirits had been taken away by ghost messengers, she was completely stunned on the spot.
Because she saw a woman in white standing behind a telephone pole across the street, at the same level as her.
She wasn't holding an umbrella; her long, wet hair cascaded over her body, and her figure appeared ethereal.
Like those NPCs in games that can suddenly disappear anytime due to data loss or bugs.
She was dressed entirely in white.
Her facial features were very blurry; "blurry" is the only word to describe them because the rain was so heavy that Shu Yi couldn't see clearly.
Driven by bodily instinct.
Shu Yi's legs were so weak that she could barely stand.
The other person seemed to sense her fear and moved slightly, slowly moving to the middle of the road.
(P\u003d drift)
That's right, it's P.
Because its body is hollow, it has no feet.
When Shu Yi truly witnessed all of this, her materialistic worldview crumbled.
On the day of the Ghost Festival (July 15th of the lunar calendar), she really did encounter—G. (G\u003d Ghost)
I was so frightened I almost fainted, remembering the scriptures I had once seen on my father's desk.
Regardless of whether it would work on this ghost, Shu Yi quickly turned around, using the tip of her umbrella as a shield to block it as she walked briskly toward the residential area, while silently reciting scriptures.
Perhaps the scriptures worked, or perhaps this ghost didn't have any malicious intentions.
She murmured "Amitabha" all the way, and as Shuyi got closer to the residential area, nothing unusual happened.
At that moment, curiosity and fear were locked in a fierce battle in my mind, but curiosity ultimately prevailed.
Driven by curiosity, she mustered her courage and peeked back over the shoulder—
fine.
The sudden face-to-face contact seen in horror movies didn't happen.
The person behind me remained silently in the middle of the road, but their figure seemed even more ethereal and fragile, as if they were about to disappear into the heavy rain.
Seemingly noticing her gaze, it shifted its body again, the movement quite large.
In Shu Yi's view, the other party seemed to want her help to look for something on the street.
...
"You're not really going back to help it, are you?" Zhang Youye interrupted again, listening intently.
"How could that be?" Shu Yi said. "My legs were so weak, I didn't dare go back. I ran straight back to the neighborhood."
"Is the security guard here?" he asked again.
"Yes." Shu Yi nodded. "The power really went out in the neighborhood that day. When I called the uncle, he was in the neighborhood repairing the circuit with the electrician. When he realized he hadn't taken his phone back to the guard post, he ran into me."
——
Iron Bull's Mutterings: I can't tell who the old fox is. I wonder if the young master will wet his pants after hearing Yi Yi's story.
Anyway, whether I turn into a whiny whiner or ask my wife for comfort, it all comes down to the 120 km/h speed.
It absolutely has to be put on the agenda!
(The pinyin is for passing the review)
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