The people inside remained silent, evidently disagreeing.
The Popular Young Idol wanted to say something, but felt someone push him from behind, like a pair of hands or an invisible wind.
He turned around to look, but there was no one, just the sound of wind in his ears.
Was it just the wind?
This made him even more terrified!
If Little Taotie were here, it would see a Ghost reaching out a pair of hands pushing the Popular Young Idol forward.
The Popular Young Idol cried out in fear, but as soon as he made a sound, he felt his mouth being covered.
Indeed, a small hand covered his mouth, and on his shoulder sat a mischievously smiling Little Ghost, whose face was pale, and lips were black, likely poisoned to death in life.
The Popular Young Idol was so frightened he almost fainted, uncontrollably bypassing the screen and spotting the Old Taoist seated on the mahogany chair.
The Old Taoist wore a somewhat worn Taoist robe, yet it was very clean, washed until faded.
