Hu Tao had taken you to Wuwang Hill for a picnic date, there were stories of hauntings, and even ghost sightings, but it was mainly a cemetery, so that was to be expected.

Hu Tao sets up the blanket and a butterfly flys by.

“Oh, another soul on Its way to the afterlife.” She laughs.

“Well, what do you think? Not as scary as you thought huh?”