Liu Bayi's naive laughter made a sound.
He searched outside for a long time; not to mention ghosts, he didn't even encounter a ghostly fart or a ghost hair.
Li Daoming, shivering with cold, clung to Liu Bayi's body. Although he had shut his eyes, after a while, when he heard Liu Bayi's voice, he instinctively lowered his head.
But after hearing Liu Bayi's loud and clear voice, he silently prayed to Buddha and gradually lifted his head, opening his eyes.
Suddenly, everything before his eyes went dark—it was...
Pitch black.
Glancing downward, he was startled and blurted out, "Ghost."
"Ghost, my ass—that's your shadow," someone retorted.
Liu Bayi watched as Li Daoming leaped up, scared and shivering, only to curse outloud once he saw what Li Daoming was referring to; damn it, this kid was really blind, falsely alarming them.
This was definitely not a ghost; it was clearly just a shadow cast by the moonlight.
"Damn, that scared the hell out of me," he cursed.
