Everyone gently shook their heads. No one dared listen to Eerie stories in an Eerie Ground.
"What do we do next?" Wang Buwu asked.
Li Qingxian said, "I'll write a letter home first and have someone deliver it inside, arranging to meet my mother around lunchtime. Then we'll use my house as the center and search around for games. When noon draws near, we'll return home for lunch. If you're scared, stay outside the gate. I'll go in alone."
"Let's do that," Wang Buwu said.
The group walked on for a while. When the time came, the children clapped their hands and sang their nursery rhyme again.
"Little chicks, little chicks, chirp-chirp-chirp, clamoring to jump rope!"
"Beat the bad guys, beat the Demon Race. Beat the bad guys, beat the demon-devils. Knock down demon-devils and save the children!"
"What is my shadow called? What is your shadow called?"
Everyone followed the usual routine, dodging the rope. Then, as they dodged the sandbags, someone suddenly cried out, "I..."
Li Qingxian hurriedly looked over and saw that the Literary Cultivation examinee's hand had slipped. He had accidentally let go of the child he was holding, causing the child to fail to dodge and get struck by a sandbag.
Boom!
The child seemed to have been punched by an Upper Rank expert, instantly exploding into fragments that scattered through the air. Every part of the child's body gradually turned transparent and vanished, leaving behind only a sigh.
"What a pity... I can't play games anymore..."
The others had no time to worry about anything else and hurriedly dealt with the Shadow Battle.
After everyone passed, they gathered around the Literary Cultivation examinee.
"Guan Zhou, what happened?" Song Baige asked with a dark expression.
Guan Zhou said miserably, "I got distracted just now. I