"You're bringing cold clothes to my family?" I didn't say anything, but I had no choice. Seeing this face, I thought it would be very difficult to think normally.
"I'll bring clothes to the person who wants my clothes. Look, my people are coming." She said as she pointed behind me with her dry fingers.
Many, many people. No, I should say, many ghosts, many ghosts. Before they came over, I was already surrounded by a thick ghostly atmosphere, making people feel cold. All the ghosts, big or small, stood in line with their eyes straight. They came to me without a trace of chaos. They walked up to the old woman without blinking and just reached out their hands.
"Take it. Remember the number. You're number SV." The old woman handed over a small bag while speaking. The number was on the bag.
