Little Tiger chuckled triumphantly: "Rest assured, master, this time you'll hear not a single sound."
"That's good!" Xuexue's figure flickered and vanished into the space.
Zhao Yin looked on as Xuexue disappeared, feeling very hopeless. Is his future destined to be trapped with two little ghosts?
"Old man, you've fooled us terribly!" Little Tiger clapped his small hands audibly, smiled maliciously at Zhao Yin.
"Little ancestor, what do you want to do?" Zhao Yin's body kept retreating.
"Where do you think you're going? Trying to find me?" Suddenly, a chilling voice sounded behind him, causing Zhao Yin to shiver. Turning his head, he was confronted with a face covered in blood and flesh.
"Ah...!"
A sudden sound of ghostly wails and wolf howls erupted. But before he could howl out loud, Little Tiger smothered his mouth, threatening darkly, "Howl again and I'll cut off your tongue! Do you believe me?"
