The boy beside the phone booth looked up, his innocent eyes staring directly at Zhang Mingli. He said nothing, only his double eyes reflected Zhang Mingli's figure.
"Whether you're human or ghost, it's not safe to stay here alone. Go home when it gets dark." Seeing the boy still unmoved, Zhang Mingli sighed, "If you really have nowhere to go, you can come with me; there's an empty seat in the car."
The boy still didn't speak, his icy little hand clutching the Candy, eyes fixed on Zhang Mingli, as if intending to imprint Zhang Mingli's face into his brain sea.
"Is it your first time being a ghost? State your demand! Do you want to make me a scapegoat? Or follow me home and slowly Curse me? Or perhaps drain my energy? You have to tell me so I can cooperate with you!" Zhang Mingli was a bit impatient. He reached out to grab the boy, but as soon as he touched him, the boy vanished.
A piece of Candy fell to the ground, and after the boy left, he didn't take the Candy he had given.
