The girls and boys who followed the little boy ran for half an hour, because the little boy led them almost across the entire National Preceptor Temple, from the front gate all the way to the back courtyard of the temple, where the storeroom was located.

So these little guys were making noises at the door, but the people inside didn't hear them at all because they were quite far away.

Of course, that's why Luo Dangdang was still chewing on her pen, rummaging through the storeroom, muttering from time to time, "So many things, how am I supposed to find them?"

Before Luo Dangdang could finish speaking, a sinister, shrill voice suddenly came from behind, "Hehe, Grand Preceptor Luo, who are you asking? The King of Hell? How do you know you're about to meet him?"

The voice was eerie and terrifying, as if it came from the underworld. Luo Dangdang was so frightened that his hair stood on end. He grabbed whatever was at hand and threw it back, then ran away.

"Who are you! Who are you?!"

Luo Dangdang ran frantically, screaming in terror.

But a ghostly voice kept following him from behind, unhurriedly, "Hmph, the one who will kill you, Luo Dao..."

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