Qiao Sang's body suddenly stiffened. She slowly turned her head.
Zhang Rongtang's gaze swept over and met hers. The corner of his lips curled up. Though he was smiling, he felt completely different from the easygoing uncle he had seemed to be before.
A chill rose from her tailbone and shot straight to the top of her head. Like a cat with its fur standing on end, Qiao Sang blurted out a curse and swiftly jumped a large step backward.
It was not the suddenly appearing man who had scared her like this, but the pet beast beside him that stood over four meters tall.
Pet beasts were not scary. Ghost Type pet beasts were not scary either. But in this kind of setting, suddenly seeing a huge Ghost Type pet beast whose body was almost indistinguishable from the night, with blood-red eyes fixed on you, then smiling and drooling... that was terrifying!
That one glance had nearly scared Qiao Sang to death on the spot.
What kind of entrance was that?!
And if you're going to smile, just smile! Why are you drooling while looking at me?!
Perhaps Qiao Sang's fright was too obvious. The blood-red-eyed Ghost Type pet beast slurped and sucked back the drool that had nearly reached its chin.
Qiao Sang: "!!!"
Because Wu Chang often came to graveyards, he had already developed some resistance to the fear-enhancing effects of this environment. He was not as jumpy as Qiao Sang and Ya Bao.
He looked at Zhang Rongtang, who had returned, and the pet beast over four meters tall. Combined with the words he had just heard—"Qi Yunla, I've finally waited for you"—chaotic thoughts flashed through his mind, mixed with panic and confusion.
Wu Chang was not stupid.
"Uncle Zhang, why did you come back?" He