What they can't see with their naked eyes is a group of floating Ghosts behind them.
Some have long since turned into vengeful spirits, lost their senses, yet still follow closely, eyes filled with resentment, seeking revenge.
Little Taotie stands behind one mastermind and starts counting: "One, two... five... ten..."
The person furrows his brow tightly, thinking this kid might be sick, standing behind him counting!
Another mastermind asks curiously, "Little friend, what are you counting?"
Little Taotie looks up at his back and sighs, "I'll count yours after I'm done with his, his seems to be the least."
"What?" The mastermind is bewildered.
Another person vaguely senses something is wrong, feeling uneasy, his voice trembling: "I hear the brighter a child's eyes, the more different things they can see..."
"I've heard too, supposedly they're able to see those unclean things."
