The scene felt oddly familiar.
Jiang Qiao suddenly remembered that before Supernatural Revival, he had encountered a similar supernatural event in an alley in Bin City.
There had been two children about the same age as this brat.
Their skin had been pale, their eyes pitch-black with not the slightest hint of white, yet their faces had carried innocent smiles.
They had been playing soccer.
They had been kicking around a soccer ball with a nose, eyes, mouth, and ears—though it was also quite different from a normal human head.
A human head had a skull.
That ball had only scalp, with no bones.
However, those two little ghosts had been complete pushovers. Jiang Qiao had used them as punching bags, beating them so badly that even their ghost mothers would not have recognized their prized sons.
The brat before him was obviously much stronger.
"Supernatural phenomena are sometimes connected. Who knows whether these children might have come from the same place?"
"Perhaps they came from the same orphanage?"
"They love playing soccer so much. If this had been before the transmigration, I definitely would have recommended that they join the national team."
"They clearly have a bright future ahead of them."
"Although they don't like eating sea cucumbers, which makes them seem rather out of place. They're also so poor they can't even afford clothes. Their families probably don't have any local specialties like small yellow croakers either."
"But fortunately, the coaches are all fair and impartial."
"And very dedicated."
"After all, during the day, they have to give orders from the sidelines and train their waist muscles, then work overtime at night to coach soccer skills and shooting techniques at the hotel."
"They spare no effort. They work incredibly hard."
"I'm sure they'll be overjoyed when they see