After nine o'clock in the evening, there were not many pedestrians on the road leading to Zhang Zhiming's house at this time.

The sides of the road are planted with fluttering willow trees, and the willows flutter up like a girl's graceful dance.

But there are a thousand opinions of a thousand people, and when there is fear in one person's heart, these wickers become as terrible as floating ghosts.

Wang Xiaole rode the battery bike slowly, but her heart was beating faster and faster, and the speed of the ride was gradual

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