The room fell into an eerie silence.
The Ghost noticed Wu Heng remaining silent for a long time, a hint of smugness flashed in its eyes as it sneered, "What's the matter, scared? The Holy Court's iron cavalry will flatten your Gold and Silver Island, and everything you hold dear will be..."
Before it could finish, three Ghosts suddenly leaned together, whispering.
"She's so fierce." Xiao Xiao shrank behind Bella.
Bella sheltered her and said, "Isn't this what Wu Heng always says about... what's that illness again?"
"Paranoia?" Glenda answered.
"Yes, yes!" Bella immediately nodded.
"So, she's sick! Poor thing." Xiao Xiao followed up.
The Ghost's expression froze instantly; its threats seemingly had no effect.
It glared maliciously at the three Ghosts across from it, finding them still discussing it in hushed tones.
This feeling was unbearable!
It folded its arms and turned its face aside, muttering, "What kind of people are they?"
