No one believed what Wang Xiaolong said.
Because everyone present either was a young person of the new era who had received higher education, or an atheist like Yang Guoyu who had been educated in Western sciences in the medical field.
In their eyes, the mention of ghosts and deities was not only a groundless claim but also a remnant of the superstitious nonsense passed down from the older generation.
After a brief pause, Yang Maomao immediately spoke up with sarcasm.
And Niu Xiaoxiao could hardly refrain from cursing in the street; if it wasn't for the promise she had given to Yang Guoyu earlier, she might have already ordered Wang Xiaolong to be executed.
Seeing this, Wang Xiaolong couldn't help but let out a snort of derision.
"Believe it or not, in any case, I'm not the one who's going to suffer!" he retorted.
Yang Guoyu originally didn't believe it either, yet the chill and the inexplicable fear were becoming stronger and stronger.
