The thunder subsided, and the silver moonlight once again streamed down, casting its glow on the little ghost girl's pale skin. She looked like melting snow.
Her small face, pinched tightly, and her tiptoeing stance gave her a pitiful appearance.
Behind her, the little boy, being carried by his tutor like a little chick, flailed his short legs and called out, "Auntie~!"
QingWu glanced back, then scolded him with a smile, "You tiny brat, already knowing how to feel pity for delicate beauties, huh?"
The little boy blushed deeply.
QingWu finally released her grip. With a swoosh, the little ghost girl darted behind the boy who was running toward her, her face filled with terror. It was too scary!
That pinch on her face earlier felt more terrifying than being struck by lightning.
The others were just starting to recover from the shock.
