That's a nonsensical statement, being grabbed by a ghost.He's crippled? Is that true? I turned to look at Qingyue.FaceNothing changed, and I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. What kind of ghost would dare to...?Appearing before me?
"It's one thing for young people to like adventure, but Lao Zhu's family depends entirely on him. We can't let him get into trouble," the old man said helplessly.
"He'll be fine," Qingyue said.
"Sigh, Xi""Alright." The old man didn't say anything more.
After waiting a while, the uncle from before returned carrying a bamboo basket covered with a cloth. Inside, it appeared to be some tools for going up the mountain..
"That's fine," he said.
Qingyue and I nodded, and just as we were about to head up the mountain, a little girl of about eleven or twelve year
