"Our room is haunted," the three girls exclaimed in unison.
"Haunted?"
After pushing the three girls aside, Tang Ming furrowed his brows in confusion and said strangely, "There are no such things as ghosts in this world. You three wouldn't be trying to trick me again, would you?"
"Of course not, it's really haunted."
Li Xiaoli looked at Tang Ming nervously, "When we entered that room, we smelled a strange musty odor. Later, when Wei'er and I were looking in the mirror, ghost fires suddenly appeared in it, followed by gusts of cold wind and a surge of the musty smell. Then a ghostly woman in red with disheveled hair and bleeding from seven orifices appeared in the mirror. It was really scary!"
"Uh-huh, uh-huh." Liu Mengting and Xia Wei'er nodded repeatedly.
"Really haunted? Looking at you and Wei'er, your facial masks are all wrinkled. Could it be that you scared yourselves with your own reflections?"
Tang Ming still didn't believe them; he didn't believe in ghosts at all.
