When the three little guys performing the Nuoxi removed their masks, three red heads wrapped in red cloth appeared in front of Li Huowang.
Their heads weren't entirely covered, with deliberate openings for the mouth and nose, and after removing their masks, they began to take off the red scarves on their heads.
Soon, young men about the same age as Li Huowang appeared before him.
Everything about their faces was normal; nothing was added or missing, and even their expressions were very natural.
"Taoist, what are you looking at? They're not performing anymore, what's there to watch? Let's go somewhere else to have fun, who knows, we might even do some good deeds along the way."
The Monk beside him showed impatience, as if eager to leave.
"Monk, not so fast, stay with me a little longer." The terrifying image of the other party brandishing their teeth flashed through Li Huowang's mind, and he still had not let go of his suspicions.
