Under the moonlight, the shadows of the surrounding trees looked like demons lurking in the night, claws and teeth bared. A cold breeze swept by, and Lin Zhensheng, who should have felt refreshed, couldn't help but shiver uncontrollably. Staring at the coffin nail beneath his feet, he felt as if needles were pricking his back, and cold sweat streamed down his face. Yet, he forced himself to hold it together, for the elders used to say that when you encounter something unclean, the more afraid you are, the crazier it gets. Swallowing hard, Lin Zhensheng slowly raised his head.
The figure standing opposite was wearing the exact work clothes Lin Fuxing used to wear at the carpentry factory years ago. It was settled; this was definitely the ghost of Lin Fuxing.
"Damn you, Lin Moyang! What kind of shady business are you up to in the middle of the night?"
Chapter 37