In such a quiet environment, suddenly hearing such words would probably make anyone's hair stand on end.
But Xue An merely smiled faintly and softly said, "Alright! What do you want me to play with you?"
"Hehehe, uncle, you're so nice! Let's play catch with the ball first!"
As soon as the words were spoken, the entire corridor suddenly became extremely cold, and right in the middle of the corridor appeared a little boy shrouded in black smoke, with only his face visible.
The little boy's eyes were deep, pitch-black, grinning at Xue An.
However, what should have been an innocent smile looked bizarre and terrifying on his face.
Xue An remained unmoved, standing there quietly watching.
Meanwhile, the little boy suddenly stretched out his hand, took his head off, and threw it to the ground, using it as a ball.
Thump thump thump.
In the series of dull and monotonous sounds, the boy's head, bobbing up and down, slowly turned towards Xue An with a smile.
