"Da da da da da..." Zhao Wu's teeth were chattering uncontrollably with fear, his face ashen.
He couldn't help but be scared. Before, the shroud might have been a mistake, but the blood-stained bag in front of him couldn't be mistaken. There truly was a ghost!
"It's... it's... it's..." Zhao Wu was about to scream when Gou Wa reached out and covered his mouth tightly.
"Don't shout! It has no eyes, it can't see us!"
Hearing Gou Wa's whisper in his ear, Zhao Wu stared fixedly at the bag in front of them.
He discovered that it truly couldn't see them, just as Gou Wa had said, and continued bouncing along.
"Quick, let's go, let's get help!" The two pulled each other, retreating in fear.
At that moment, some indistinct sounds came from the bag, scaring them so much that they scrambled away.
They ran quickly and returned just as fast; the flickering torches began to illuminate Niuxin Village.
