The fireball floated directly towards the second floor of the villa!
Huang Xiaolong nonchalantly followed, while Cui Dong's face grew increasingly pale, his eyes filled with panic and fear.
"Dad...you're just scaring yourself." Cui Feiyan, concerned for her father, quickly held up Cui Dong and softly comforted him. "There are no such things as ghosts in this world. Wait a bit, and we will soon expose his circus act."
"Master, there's no need to be worried. No matter what happens, I, as your humble servant, will do everything in my power to ensure your safety and Miss Feiyan's," said Uncle Fu.
At this point, Uncle Fu's ancient eyes flashed with determination, showing his gallant spirit.
Hearing this, Huang Xiaolong could not help but chuckle and shake his head.
This Uncle Fu, although full of vitality, was clearly a martial artist. But asking him to deal with ghostly spirits was like lighting a lantern in a cesspit—pure suicide!
