Han Fei still wanted to ask the white cat some more questions, but at that moment, screams suddenly came from the street outside. Without saying a word, he ran out immediately.
"What happened?"
A puddle of blood was left in the middle of the dirt road. Inevitable Truth's Braised Pork was clutching his arm, looking anxious: "The Little Ghost took the homeroom teacher away!"
"The homeroom teacher? The player with the Ghost Language talent?" Han Fei first checked Braised Pork's wound: "Which direction did they run?"
"I don't know. We were just about to return to the old house in the garden when it seemed like the ball was always following the homeroom teacher. By the time players noticed, the ball and the homeroom teacher were already gone!" Braised Pork's face twisted in pain: "We chased along the street, but those ghost children began to hinder us."
