"Daoist Master, we..."
Lin Nanbei looked around nervously, his mind already cold. When he lifted his head, he realized that Li Jingye had quietly followed behind Ning An, already walking far ahead.
"Damn it! Li Jingye!!! You have no sense of martial virtue, wait for me!"
Ning An was moving forward with a flashlight. Not far ahead, a child appeared.
The child had a topknot, a delicate face, a serious expression, and was barefoot under his clothes. His right side was visible outside the door, right hand stroking the door, standing by it, staring straight ahead with a sinister smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Ahhh... a ghost, there's a ghost!"
Lin Nanbei just caught up and saw this scene, immediately screamed heart-wrenchingly, turned and ran, but directly crashed into Li Jingye, both screaming together.
Ning An gritted his teeth with eyes closed, then turned around and kicked them both.
"Quiet down, both of you."
"Look closely, that's not a living person."
