"Phantom?"
Chen Xiao couldn't help but feel puzzled.
Xie Wensheng slowly nodded and turned to look out the door.
"Twelve years ago in 1994, extending from our village several miles ahead, it was all called Yang Lake group."
"Yang Lake is still there, but it's no longer as grand as it was back then. I don't like that place, not just because of my father. From a young age, I grew up surrounded by the legend of the Yang Lake Phantom. My grandmother and my mother mentioned it to me countless times."
"Especially my grandmother. She said countless people have died unjustly in that lake. Some drowned there, and in the far-off past, those who made mistakes were thrown into the lake. As a child, I was afraid, but as I grew up and became a policeman, my father and I held deep disdain for the so-called Yang Lake Phantom."
"After all, those are baseless legends, tales of wronged spirits seeking revenge are just mere stories people talk about."
