"Cut the crap."
"That disinfectant smell was way too strong."
"Not only did we hit a ghost wall, that road might even lead to some supernatural hospital."
Old Yang gripped the steering wheel, keeping his eyes and ears alert to everything around him.
Although the car was traveling down a broad highway, he looked as though he were driving along a winding mountain road over a sheer cliff.
He wasn't driving slowly.
But there was always a hint of caution in his movements.
"Hey."
"I remember Xiao Qi telling me a while back that he ran into a ghost in an abandoned house."
"It was kind of like what happened to us today."
Xu Ping tossed away his cigarette butt and promptly lit another.
"He saw a beautiful woman go into the house. You know what he's like—an old lecher. So he followed her in, hoping to get to know her."
"But the moment he stepped inside, he smelled this mix of formalin and rotten flesh."
"Fuck."
"The guy nearly puked on the spot."
"He still wouldn't give up. He figured the girl was living somewhere like that on purpose to keep a low profile. After all, beautiful women get victimized pretty easily in this world."
"So he went in and looked around."
"The house wasn't big."
"He soon found the woman in the bathroom's bathtub."
"She was lying there nice and quiet."
"She was still wearing the dress he'd seen at the entrance, only the disinfectant had almost soaked her flesh right off her bones."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk—"
Apparently finding it amusing, Xu Ping couldn't help laughing.
"That guy was thinking with his dick. Didn't he stop to wonder how a single woman would dare live alone in a rundown house?"
"Back in the peaceful era, he would've been