"Scary, it's too scary!" Pillar was shivering uncontrollably. Just now, it was like the sound of the wind, similar to that of a trapped wind knocking around trying to escape, that howling was truly terrifying. But they were inside the house—where could such a strong wind come from? It turns out it was the ghost's wails. No wonder scholars often describe it as ghastly cries and howls; it's genuinely terrifying.
"How is it scary?" Lin Suqing seemed unconcerned, or perhaps he had already grown accustomed to it.
Pillar shook his head vigorously. How could he describe it? No description could capture it—just an abrupt fear that emerged from the depths of his heart. He pointed at Zhang Butcher and said, "You ask him, ask if he was scared, if it was very scary."
Zhang Butcher opened his mouth but didn't speak. He averted his gaze, and then nodded, saying, "It was quite frightening indeed."