Compared to my politeness, Buck’s tone was harsh, even hostile.
The old black man didn’t yield to Buck, but glared at him and asked, “Who are you? What are you doing here?”
Buck said bluntly: “We’re here to hunt a ghost, and Winnie is the ghost.”
The old black man trembled with fright. The big cigar almost fell to the ground. He lifted his butt up from the ground, turned around and walked towards the woods.
I hurriedly said: “Don’t go! We still have something to...”
Buck stopped me and said in a deep voice, “Let him go. He’s not human!”
I couldn’t help but feel a chill through my body.
What?
The old black man was not human?!
The old black man walked very fast, and disappeared into the woods in a flash.
Seeing the old black man disappear, Buck said, “Go! Go to the villa.”
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