"I was too young then. I don't really remember that incident."
Xi Wutong said.
Her tone wasn't explanatory; she was simply making calm conversation. That actually made Qin Manjiang believe her a little more.
He didn't press her any further. With three people in the car, they took the highway out of the city and headed toward Lower River Village, Qin Manjiang's hometown.
"Give it to me."
"Give it to me!"
In the torrential rain, Qin Manjiang roared wildly, his face twisted...
At that moment, his roar seemed like a sharp pair of scissors, instantly snipping through Qin Manyi's already shallow dream.
She jolted awake.
The car had already left the highway. Inside the jolting vehicle, Qin Manjiang turned back from the front passenger seat. "Had a nightmare?"
Qin Manyi shook her head and turned her gaze out the window.
She had only just had the dream, yet the moment she opened her eyes, she couldn't remember it.
She vaguely remembered Qin Manjiang shouting something at her...
Almost home...
She had traveled this old country road many times, and so had Qin Manjiang.
Towering trees lined both sides, and the mountain road was winding and dark. Xi Wutong drove with particular care; one careless moment in a place like this could send them into a ditch.
"There are quite a few cars on the road. Your hometown is pretty lively!" Xi Wutong said.
They had passed quite a few private cars coming the other way. Even Qin Manjiang was surprised, let alone her, who knew nothing about the situation.
"I heard it's become an internet-famous village. People who enjoy strange happenings like to go there to take pictures, check in, and explore its secluded mysteries. The villagers are willing to develop it into a Ghost Story Village too," Qin