After getting out of the taxi and walking for a while, he had been terrified for a long time. His legs felt weak, and he always felt like something was following him.,The wind mingled with the rain, whistling through empty spaces in a way that felt eerily haunting. It was easy to imagine oneself on a horror film set. Yu Xing felt like she was living in one, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the umbrella handle, her face as pale as a ghost.,"If that's really the case," the long-haired girl exclaimed, "then the rumors make much more sense! Otherwise, what's the point of suicide if you just become a ghost"。