Xiao Taohong floated above, chuckling at the sight.
Wasn't this the same thief who had tried to steal a tiger the other night? Quite brave indeed, to dare going out for mischief in the middle of the night after she had scared him like that.
Erlaizi walked with an uneven gait towards Xuexue's field, where the path was overgrown with weeds. Accidentally, a vine hooked onto his wounded foot, causing him such pain that he crouched down, wailing, "Ouch! My goodness, it hurts so badly. That damned dog, daring to bite me, I'll surely stew it and eat it one of these days."
"Big brother, what happened to you? Are you hurt?"
A clear, crisp voice rang out beside Erlaizi's ear.
Upon hearing that voice, Erlaizi's body stiffened. He would never forget that voice for as long as he lived—it was the voice of the little ghost girl he had encountered in Aunt Li's house. He had chatted with her for a long while that night, and her voice had been engraved in his memory ever since.
