"You can't just wallow in sorrow, you must remember the horrendous way your parents were killed, the scenes of your relatives being murdered one after another! You must seek revenge!"
As the director's voice filled the air, Little Taotie tried to stand but seemed to falter due to shaky legs, leaning against the wall, her whole demeanor helpless and despondent.
This was not the feeling the director wanted; he wanted her to emerge from the sorrow, her eyes suddenly resolute, consumed with thoughts of revenge.
Just when the director was about to call cut, Little Taotie suddenly collapsed to the ground, her hands trembling. She knelt there, staring blankly at the rain as if she saw something terrifying, horror filling her eyes.
She suddenly covered her ears and screamed.
Her eyes closed, then suddenly snapped open, filled with resentment!
Little Taotie imagined those eyes of the vengeful spirits, filled with profound hatred, seemingly vacant yet abyssal.
