It was quitting time, or more precisely, a little after the evening rush hour. There were plenty of cars and pedestrians on the road. It wasn't so congested that traffic couldn't move, but it was enough to cause a commotion.
Most of the people out on the road at this hour were young, too.
They'd probably all seen the video of that ability user. Those who hadn't had heard about it from others. Add to that the several viral incidents online and the large-scale paranormal phenomenon involving Christina, and while it might still be possible that nobody knew there were ghosts in the world, it was utterly impossible that nobody suspected they existed.
Even the most materialistic people, those who believed in science without question, could only sum everything up as "ghosts" until the truth behind those inexplicable paranormal phenomena and incidents could be explained.
Mingxite hadn't been wrong.
Humanity harbored fantasies about death.
They fantasized about what the world might be like beyond death, and about supernatural beings existing in this world. Those fantasies could be terrifying, or they could be like a dream.
The people who found it terrifying had already run off.
Those who found it dreamlike watched with curious eyes, occasionally peering into every corner of the taxi.
I guessed none of them had seen the old woman.
Still holding my phone, I had no intention of going anywhere. I kept calling Xue Jingyue.
After three failed attempts, I could only try Fatty's phone instead.
What made me anxious was that I couldn't get through to Fatty, either.
The two of them might well be together, and they might have run into danger together.
I still remembered Fatty's constitution.
The problem was that ghosts shouldn't be interested in Fatty. Only those monsters would attack him of