"Quickly cover his ears."
Auntie Wu's expression changed when she heard her grandson crying.
This was her first grandson, and she looked at him as if he was her eye. She usually held him in her palm for fear of falling or melting him in her mouth.
When he heard the little ghost calling for his soul, he was terrified. He was afraid that the child had summoned a ghost and brought disaster upon himself. He was anxious and angry. He immediately put his hands on his waist and scolded,
this cursed ghost, he has suffered a disaster and can't live in peace. Now, he wants to harm my grandson. Isn't he afraid of being immoral and going to the netherworld, climbing a mountain of knives, and going into a pot of oil in the future? "
"Hehehe ..."
The fiercer she scolded, the happier the children seemed to be, clapping their hands and laughing.
The bells on his hands and feet jingled, and it became more and more terrifying.
