On the day the Ghost Gate Opens, those of us who drove long-haul trucks knew better than to travel at night.
But that night, I was driving alone down the road to an old public cemetery.
Halfway there, I pulled into a gas station.
After the attendant finished filling my tank, he seemed to work up every ounce of courage he had before asking in a trembling voice, “Sir… why is your windshield covered in little kids’ handprints?”
I shook my head at him.
I knew it wasn’t just the windshield.
By then, my entire truck was already crawling with them.
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打魂鞭11：夺生魂术
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text
Chapters
20
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Status
Completed
