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The soft evening sunshine at the Khun Chand Nakhon Nayok Dam was about to turn the horizon, and the paddles and laughter of other tourists slowly faded, leaving only a group of five teenagers standing in front of the boat.

"Tan, elder? We really want to play the final round," Ek asked the queue operator in an enthusiastic manner.

The middle-aged male employee with a languishing expression did not answer anything. He simply pointed his hand at a rubber boat waiting in the water. The faint fog began to float over the water when it was not yet cold. The sky turned purple-black unusually quickly.

"Let's go...That itch, he's waiting, "said the employee, a smooth voice drooping.

The five of them rushed to the boat with joy, and they didn't notice that the steer, sitting still at the stern, was wearing old and broken clothes, and the skin of the oar handle looked pale like a bloodless man.

"Let's go, uncle! It's full!" shouted with a buzz of friends in the group.

The steer remained silent, slowly paddling off the shore, heading into a dark and foggy river...Unbeknownst to anyone, the last round of this place is not just the last round of the day, but it could be the last round of life.# Trends today# Khun Khun Khun Khun Chon Nakhon Nakhon Chon Dam # Tell a ghost story # Ghost story