"Why not? I heard that there is a mass grave in the Qing Dynasty and it is filled with ghosts. However, that place will cause a person to lose their direction. Ordinary people can't enter, and generally, no one will go there."
As she spoke, she noticed the youngster lowering his head, pretending he hadn't heard her and continued stuffing his mouth with chicken. Seeing this, Feng Jiu raised her eyebrows and her gaze shifted: "That place is filled with all kinds of ghosts. But most of them are fierce ghosts, white clothes fluttering in the wind and white fangs baring. There are also blazing ghosts, so if you go at night..."
"Ah! Don't say anymore, don't say anymore. My goosebumps are all raised now." The youngster couldn't help but jumped up sharply and stared at Feng Jiu.
