One person and one ghost, walking behind three women into the mall, exchanged a glance.
Zhang Feng asked:
"Did you feel it too?"
Ma Xiaotong nodded and asked back:
"Bro, did you feel it too?"
Zhang Feng nodded and asked back:
"What did you feel?"
Ma Xiaotong shook her head and said, "I don't know."
Then she asked again:
"Bro, what did you feel?"
Zhang Feng shook his head and said:
"I don't know either."
The three women in front turned their heads to look at the person and ghost:
"What are you two mumbling about over there? Hurry up and catch up!"
Zhang Feng and Ma Xiaotong exchanged another glance.
Both of them had an awkward look in their eyes.
They indeed felt something strange.
But what exactly this feeling was, neither of them could say.
Which led to such an unproductive exchange between them.
However, both the person and the ghost felt certain.
There was definitely a person, or object, or a place in this mall that had something wrong with it.
