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Chapter one hundred and sixty-seven that year shady things

"Who are you? What will not come back, the whole psycho!" Layla thought this was a harassing phone call or something, so he scolded it and was ready to hang up after scolding it. I didn't think the voice at the other end over there gave Layla a boost and his face turned pale. "Layla, you don't even remember my voice?" Layla's whole body seemed to have been touched by electricity. His scalp began to pins and needles. He spoke with trepidation and even his teeth were fighting. "You, you, who are you, I, I, how can I know! You must have dialed the wrong number. Goodbye. I don't know you. Goodbye!" Layla quickly hung up the phone! Holding the wall, I almost couldn't stand still. I was breathing heavily. My eyes were very big. It was impossible. It couldn't be him. He couldn't have come out so soon. The phone had just hung up when the phone on the wall rang again. Layla's face was as white as paper. Such a phone call seemed to be the death call of the ghost at midnight. Layla's hands

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