"Oh my heavens, did you hear that sound?"
"I heard it, it's a woman's crying!"
"There really is a female ghost here!"
The pilgrims exchanged words, their strange gazes falling on Chu Wenyao, desperately backing away, wanting to distance themselves from him as much as possible, afraid the female ghost on his back would entangle them too.
"Ahhhh!"
Chu Wenyao was scared to death by Yu Nianzhao's vivid description. Upon hearing the ghostly crying, he felt an icy chill on his back. He gradually saw the red robe of the female ghost, even seeing her tongue flicker over his shoulder, screamed in horror, and his eyes rolled back.
A pungent smell of urine wafted over.
They watched Chu Wenyao wet himself in fright, the scene was quite disgusting.
