When the red-dressed ghost was mentioned, Zhao Jinde's face noticeably turned a few shades paler, and the fear in his eyes was significantly magnified.
Ma, lying on the hospital bed next door, was shivering, cold sweat dripping down.
After swallowing hard, Zhao Jinde continued, "Everyone present at the time was scared stiff by this red-dressed ghost."
"Everyone just stood there, not daring to move."
"Only that man with a sharp face and monkey-like features was brave enough to open his mouth and ask the red-dressed ghost, 'Who are you…'"
"But just then, Brother Yang, who was initially standing among us, suddenly disappeared!"
"As we were looking for Brother Yang's figure, I suddenly noticed that the red-dressed ghost on the archway had also vanished."
"I looked around, searching for her trace, and finally saw her behind that sharp-faced, monkey-featured man!"
"This was our first close encounter with the female ghost!"
