Huang Biao gripped the corners of his underlings' clothes tightly, not daring to open his eyes for fear of seeing the gruesome and chilling demons and puppet monsters like Huang Mao had.
In a terrified whisper, he muttered, "Jade Emperor, Goddess of Mercy, King Yama, may all the gods and immortals protect us!!!"
Huang Biao's cowardice amused the bystanders.
"All right, Huang Mao is gone."
A familiar mocking voice echoed in his ears.
Lin Hao continued to tug at Huang Biao's sleeve.
Hearing the familiar voice, Huang Biao, who was crouched with his head buried under his underling's buttocks, slowly lifted his head.
He saw Lin Hao standing by his side, looking down at him with a contemptuous smile.
Seeing that it was not some imaginary demon or puppet monster, Huang Biao sat down on the floor.
"You scared the shit out of me!"
This middle-aged man, pale-faced and terrified, had suffered a great shock tonight and was frightened to tears once again.
