Especially Young Master Luo's father—the collectible figurine wall he had lovingly built over more than a decade—had been smashed to pieces, with the figurines scattered and crushed all over the floor.
That guy was so furious, his temper flared faster than Shenzhou-1.
He looked like he could spit fire from his eyes.
Watching his child still bawling his eyes out, the belt around his waist was already itching to be put to use.
The other four parents were also seething. They each dragged their children home without saying a word, clearly intending to have a good "discussion."
After seeing the scene and checking their phones, they already knew what had happened.
The five children had definitely gotten together to play games, argued, then started fighting and smashed their own phones. In the end, they had tried to pin it all on a ghost.
So you blamed it on a ghost, did you? There was a ghost, was there? Just wait until you get home. I'll show you what's more terrifying than a ghost!
Afterward, the sound of "stir-fried meat with bamboo shoots" rang out from five households in a certain residential compound.
The five children's anguished cries became interwoven with it.
Together, they added a rich touch of "fun" to the night and the neighborhood.
Jiang Siming had no idea what happened afterward.
He only knew that after that night, the number of Honor of Kings players had decreased by five.
Those five accounts never came online again.
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The day of the "Martial Arts Gathering," which domestic and overseas media and netizens had been eagerly awaiting, had finally arrived.
It was finally here!
The event was scheduled to begin at ten in the morning, but at seven, CCTV had already started the live broadcast.
The venue was surprisingly Shanghai