"Who are you trying to scare? With your skills, I could blink you to death. Believe me?"
"I don't believe it. Blink and let's see if I'm dead or alive."
Lu Bu found the little ghost quite amusing, "Why not claim you're eighty thousand years old?"
Xiang Yu laughed heartily, "Really, the waves behind the Yangtze River push the ones in front, even the kids start to bully big brothers now."
Yu Wencheng agreed, "Wise beyond your years, full of nonsense, you're so cocky. Do your parents know?"
"None of you believe me, do you? Sooner or later, I'll show you my prowess." The little ghost, impatient with Lu Bu and the others, turned his gaze to Li Fei, "You, little kid, are quite good. Thanks to your help, I was saved from the hands of that scraggly little Taoist. When I regain my true form, I'll teach you some great skills."
Li Fei was completely taken aback by these words. This seven or eight-year-old little ghost was actually calling him a little kid!
