"I didn't see a ghost, I saw something more terrifying than a ghost—a psychopath!" Martin thought to himself.
However, Martin couldn't say this out loud. If he did, they would definitely think he was insane.
"Leaving a camp where I've lived for a while, I can't help but feel a bit sentimental, don't you think?" Martin replied earnestly to Harrison.
Harrison gritted his teeth, "What's there to feel sentimental about a shabby camp?"
Harrison naturally didn't know what Martin was thinking, nor did he know the horror of that female lunatic. If he did, he would definitely scream louder than Martin.
Martin ignored Harrison and looked again at the thick bushes, but the female lunatic had disappeared once more.
"Hurry up!" Harrison urged impatiently when he saw Martin still standing there mo
