C327 327 mai man-da or the ghosts

The car slowly pulled up to the side of the road. A strong wind was blowing, and the leaves on the road were blowing in all directions. The windows were filled with leaves that were flapping in the wind.

Wan Meiyan, who was stroking her curly hair, opened the car door and got out. The moment Wan Meiyan got off the car, the car that had been swept away by the strong wind mysteriously quieted down