"Is anyone here? I'm Tang Ming. Is anyone here?"
Tang Ming raised his phone, looking around as he shouted loudly. This eerie place, even ghosts wouldn't want to live here, would there be anyone?
The night was dark and the wind was high, Tang Ming's voice echoed through the small town.
"Could they have stood me up?"
After walking a distance, Tang Ming muttered with a frown.
The letter from eighteen years ago, whether anyone would actually come to fulfill the promise as stated, was still unknown. And the person who wrote the letter back then certainly couldn't have imagined that the town would end up like this.
Just when Tang Ming was filled with disappointment, a light suddenly flickered in an old courtyard in the center of the town.
"Hm?"
Tang Ming's eyes lit up, and he quickly ran toward the courtyard at his fastest speed.
"Who goes there?"
Just as Tang Ming reached the courtyard gate, an old, hoarse voice suddenly sounded.
