On this dark and windy night, hearing such a mournful cry in the desolate, old forest on the outskirts of town was undoubtedly enough to send a shiver down one's spine.
Li Jiuzhen jolted in fear, his scalp tingling as a chill spread from the soles of his feet throughout his body.
"Luo... Young friend Luo, did you just hear that?" he asked, turning to Luo Xiu with a trembling voice.
Luo Xiu stared at the luminous float on the water, his gaze sharp. "I heard it, too."
"SOB... WAAAAAAH..."
Suddenly, the piercing cry of the female ghost rang out again.
SPLASH! A few dozen meters away, a portly old man squatting by the reeds tossed something into the river, abandoned his fishing gear, and took off running.
When he reached Luo Xiu and Li Jiuzhen, he stopped, his lips quivering. "It's... it's haunted! This place is haunted!"
"Fellow fishermen, you'd better run for it!"
"I heard a lot of people died near Haina Reservoir recently. I bet this is why..."
