Fu Lifei was still waiting for him to continue, but noticed his stiffness and instinctively shook him: "What’s wrong?"
Fan Xinglan was looking down, pointing at his own domain, when he caught sight of a familiar figure that made his spine instantly go cold, recalling so unpleasant mories.
He completely ignored Fu Lifei’s words.
He thought he must have been seeing things!
After blinking several tis, he finally confird... he really hadn’t been mistaken.
There was indeed a person standing downstairs.
A graceful woman.
Fan Xinglan instantly sobered up, his hair standing on end, almost scared enough to wet himself on the spot.
He pointed downwards, trembling as he spoke: "Wo...woman ghost..."
The others didn’t react imdiately and, upon hearing this, instinctively looked down out of curiosity, but saw nothing.
Seeing Fan Xinglan’s pale, frightened look, they found it sowhat amusing.
"What woman ghost? Where is there a woman ghost?"
"There’s clearly no one down there."
"Exactly, there’s no one, where’s the woman ghost coming from."
"You’ve had too much to drink, Little Fan."
Everyone laughed heartily.
Fan Xinglan couldn’t laugh, looking down again, but indeed saw no one, just as they said.
Yet his face still didn’t look good.
He felt sure he hadn’t been seeing things.
The only sober one, Gu Yixuan, noticed sothing off and patted his shoulder: "What did you see?"
Fan Xinglan was already completely sober, his face pale, trembling as he spoke: "Just a woman ghost... the one I ran into late at night on the highway last ti..."
He had already shrunk back, instinctively moving closer to Gu Yixuan, trying to find so sense of safety.
He spoke softly: "Brother Yan told you about it, you know..."
As soon as he spoke, the rooftop fell silent for a few seconds.
They looked at each other, faces puzzled, the alcohol’s effects mostly dissipated.
They just felt a chill down their spines.
Nobody knew about Fan Xinglan’s incident initially; it was only later, when Yan Yan brought Yun Qiluo out for a gathering and revealed it, that they found out.
He encountered a blood-soaked woman ghost in the middle of the night, who could instantly teleport into his car.
Then he got so scared he wet himself, and called Yan Yan to pick him up...
The whole prankster group rembered this story well, and had teased him about it for a while. Back then, no one took it seriously.
But now, they all felt a bit creeped out inside.
"No... it couldn’t be..."
"Little Fanfan, are you sure you aren’t hallucinating?"
"Indeed, how could there be ghosts in the middle of the night, it must be the alcohol!"
"But don’t ghosts love coming out in the middle of the night..."
Fan Xinglan’s face turned pale at their words; he was most afraid of ghosts!
He spoke, "It definitely wasn’t my imagination, it was her. Her clothes were different from last ti, but she just looked up at , I wouldn’t forget that face..."
"If it were a hallucination, wouldn’t the clothes I imagined be the sa as when I saw her?"
Everyone fell silent, feeling even more eerie.
Several timid ones instinctively hugged their arms, feeling goosebumps all over.
"Don’t scare , it’s New Year’s Eve today, how could there be ghosts..."
"Yes, and this is the Yan Family estate..."
"Brother Yan is just downstairs, what are we afraid of a woman ghost for?"
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