Little Taotie clapped his hands and cheered, "Scare them to death! Hahaha, awesome, awesome, let more come out!"
The black hole in the ground seemed like a bottomless pit, continuously releasing ghosts, demonstrating a show of overwhelming numbers.
The tattooed men all ran away terrified.
Little Braids waved the brush, and the ghosts were sucked back into the ground by a strong whirlwind. All the black holes shrank back to their original ink dots, which floated up and returned to the tip of the brush.
Little Braids bounced over to Little Taotie's side, seeking praise with a face full of expectation, "Am I awesome or what?"
Little Taotie gave a thumbs-up, "Awesome! Little Braids is the most awesome!"
Little Braids puffed out his chest and lifted his head, the little braids on his head stand proudly, "I am the most awesome young ghost messenger!"
Except for Hua Jinyan, the other kids were confused.
Helen blinked, looking left and right with confusion.
