Tong Dongnuan glanced at the entrance to the haunted house. A gigantic statue of a demon stood there, looking as if it had escaped from Hell itself. It had huge fangs, sharp claws, long horns, and a gaping maw, poised as if waiting to devour people. The inside of the haunted house was a pitch-black abyss where nothing could be seen.
GULP.
Tong Dongnuan couldn't help but clutch Xia Liang's arm tighter, her petite body shrinking into his side, nestling against him like a little bird seeking refuge.
"Alright, let's go."
"Oh, okay..."
Tong Dongnuan's heart started thumping violently.
As soon as they entered the haunted house, a chilling, eerie aura washed over them, accompanied by a wave of dampness. It felt like the very breath from the deepest pits of Hell.
Tong Dongnuan, you can do this! You used to be the fearless Master Tong who was afraid of nothing! she cheered herself on.
Holding his hand, she took a step forward.
