The old lady in the phone booth only appeared on the glass, but not in the phone booth. She was like a phantom, but her facial features were clear, making people see her expression clearly.

She looked at us with kind looks, putting one hand on Tang Wen's shoulder, as if comforting Tang Wen's emotions.

Just by looking at me, I could feel Tang Wen’s excitement.

She held the microphone and cried violently, even more excited than before when she was with Yu Xiaoqin. She kept muttering the name Junjun and her deceased son.

Anyone will have this kind of emotion about their deceased relatives.

On another occasion, this is probably a touching scene. But that occasion only exists in the movie.

I bit my teeth and hit the phone booth several times.

The phone booth was knocked and thrust by me, but it didn't move at all.

Tang Wen's son was already a little scared. He came to his senses when he heard the movement. He quickly slapped the door of the telephone booth and shouted at Tang Wen.

Tang Wen may not be able to hear the sound outside the phone booth. Or maybe she could no longer hear any other sounds besides the microphone.

This is not a solution.

They did not show any intention to attack, but almost all the people who answered the phone were dead!

My hand was pressed on the phone booth.

Using your ability... Will Tang Wen be affected? Just try it a little... Tang Wen's age will never be easily wiped out by me.

I exhaled.

The ability flows out of the fingers and blends into the telephone booth.

In an instant, I felt the vibration under my palm.

Yes! This can work!

I just thought so, and the door of the telephone booth suddenly opened.

I was beaten away by this force and fell to the ground.

The back hit the ground, causing me to get so much pain.

Damn it...

I got up from the ground.

Tang Wen finally noticed the movement, and slowly turned her head with her hands holding the microphone.

Yu Xiaoqin's mother suddenly appeared, no longer a shadow on the glass.

Her hand was still pressed on Tang Wen's shoulder, but her other hand was stretched out.

The hand suddenly became infinitely long and grabbed Tang Wen's son's hair.

"ah!"

"Stop!" I widened my eyes and jumped up from the ground.

Suddenly, Tang Wen's son was arrested into the telephone booth.

Bang!

Close the phone booth.

The two of them squeezed into the narrow space.

I saw a look of surprise left on Tang Wen's face.

The ghost's appearance was twisted, like a smoke, and disappeared.

No...wait!

I rushed over.

His hand pressed on the phone booth.

His hand pressed empty.

I fell to the ground because of inertia.

The phone booth disappeared.

I looked up and saw that there was nothing on the road. There were no telephone booths, no people, and no ghosts.

Disappeared...

I clenched my fist and hit the ground, the pain was not strong.

My knuckles became red and swollen, and I still couldn't feel the pain.

The street lights turned on at this time.

I suddenly felt a yin energy.

"that……"

Turning back suddenly, I saw a boy standing behind me.

His facial features look like he is seventeen or eighteen years old, but his body is very thin and somewhat ill-developed.

There was a cramped expression on his face.

"That...sorry...just..."

I grabbed his wrist.

His wrist was very thin, so I easily encircled his wrist. His hands tightened, and I could feel the muscles and bones under the skin being tightly pinched by me.

"Nee—" He took a breath of pain, struggled instinctively, but stopped immediately and looked at me cowardly, "That...I..."

"Are you a ghost in the phone booth?" I gritted my teeth.

This feeling is not wrong, it is the same yin energy. It is not exactly the same, but it has many common points, just like two people with blood relationships, which are very similar in some aspects.

The boy's eyes turned, avoiding my sight, "That's mine..."

"Let them out!" I sternly said, "Otherwise..."

I used some ability.

The boy jumped like a frightened rabbit and said hurriedly: "No, I can't do it!"

I slowly released my abilities.

The boy's appearance changed, and his yin energy was slightly weakened, but he was not resurrected.

"Really! I can't control it anymore! I can't control it anymore! I didn't mean it! I can't control that phone booth anymore!" He shouted in a sharp voice, his voice trembling and a little out of tune.

I stopped my ability.

Judging from his appearance, it doesn't seem like he is lying.

His appearance is strange in itself.

Maybe I felt my ability and wanted to use my ability to do something.

"What do you want to do?" I asked straightforwardly.

This young man is either a thousand-year-old ghost who becomes a spirit, and his acting skills are seamless, or he is really a young child.

Very naive, childish, timid, and has no opinion.

Such children either have a strong guardian or are often bullied in school and develop a cowardly and retreating personality.

After I asked a question, he hesitated and did not dare to look at me. He always wanted to speak but stopped.

"What do you want to do? You suddenly appear, you were kicked out by the phone booth, right?" I said with a little sarcastic look.

The boy lowered his head, one hand was still being grabbed and the other hand was hanging.

I looked at the top of his head and felt a little irritated.

The situation is really troublesome now.

Tang Wen and his son came over because of my phone call and were involved in a supernatural incident. I didn’t expect that the phone booth would suddenly appear and ghosts related to them would appear. No matter what, I was responsible for this.

The attack intentions shown by that phone booth also disturbed me.

It did not attack Yu Xiaoqin.

I haven't thought about the difference between this, but this is always bad news.

Very bad news.

I became even more irritated when I thought that there was another Zhang Yifeng eyeing me in other places and could attack me at any time.

I grabbed the boy's hand and exerted some force.

He had tears in his eyes, and he glanced at me secretly. Maybe he was scared by my expression and immediately lowered his head, "I...I saw...that...that ability...can you, can you, turn it back, right?"

I raised my eyebrows and said, "Return to it? What does it look like?"

"That's it, it's the phone booth..." The boy's tears fell, "I died inside... No one noticed... It's been a long time... It's been a long time... It's with me when I wake up again. Originally, it's just staying in the same place. I didn't do anything... It, it's going to eat people now... I can't stop it..."

The boy obviously concealed something. He was not good at lying.
To be continued...