The incense stick somehow lit up on its own.
"Playing ghost tricks, are you doing a magic show here?" He Shaotian snorted. In his eyes, Chu Hao's techniques were simply magic tricks. Having studied abroad, he didn't believe in things like Ghost Gods, and even if he did, he wouldn't believe that Chu Hao had such skills. But soon, he couldn't laugh anymore.
With a "PFFT," the guy let out a stinky fart, his face turning all colors. Immediately after, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. Another loud noise followed, and a foul smell filled the air, making everyone instinctively cover their noses.
He Shaotian was instantly baffled and soiled himself on the spot, his pants filled with poop and urine.
The room reeked to high heaven, making people roll their eyes.
It was unbearably stinky. Yi Zhengjun and the others tightly pinched their noses, their faces creased with frowns. What on earth was this kid up to?
He Shaotian's mother exclaimed, "Son, what's wrong with you?"
