Mutter, mutter. Mutter, mutter.
Zhao Ruru's teeth itched with irritation. The silhouettes on the wall also seemed a little frightening, inexplicably reminding her of the animated films she'd watched as a child, like The Legend of Sealed Book.
It wasn't that they looked similar. More than anything, they brought back the feeling she'd had as a child when ghosts and monsters scared her. The purest fear of strange things had gradually worn away as she grew up, but today it seemed to be resurfacing.
"Looks like there's no underworld in this world. The dead can gossip like this without worrying about having their tongues pulled out." Yu Xing bent down, picked up a pebble, and tossed it in his hand.
Then, true to the principle that he shouldn't be the only one feeling annoyed, he hurled the stone at the wall illuminated by the red lantern!
An ordinary person might have only given it a light toss.
But Yu Xing was strong. The pebble slammed into the mud wall with a thud and embedded itself right between the two figures whispering to each other.
He had no compunctions about disturbing ghosts. If these two really attacked him, all the better. As long as they could fight, he could probably run wild through the night.
There was a saying, wasn't there—
Be sure to follow the rules, but if you've got a gun in your hands, ignore them.
Zhao Ruru put her hands on her hips, too, and gave a taunting snort through her nose.
"Oh dear, we've got company."
The two figures that had been struck quickly separated, like gossips caught whispering. But they didn't look embarrassed. Their differently shaped torsos stood rigidly, one on either side, suddenly like two stiff corpses.
The sight immediately reminded Yu Xing of the