The bright red little ghost, with red wings on its back, looked like a piece of iron heated to glowing, its body showing a bright red color.
"Mother..." The voice of the bright red little ghost was sharp, as if speaking while pinching its throat.
"This place is strange..."
The bright red little ghost's pupils surveyed the surroundings with its gaze.
It sniffed, then said, "No... I can't find it..."
The Ghost Mother's gaze suddenly turned fierce.
The bright red little ghost, frightened, knelt on the ground, "Mother... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I really can't find it..."
The Ghost Mother again reached into the black jar.
This time she pulled out another little ghost.
This little ghost's body was blue, chubby, just like a fat little raccoon.
But its size was small, only about the size of a teacup.
"Mother..." The blue ghost greeted the Ghost Mother respectfully.
Then the blue ghost kicked the bright red ghost, mocking, "Fool... you can't even find a ghost."
