Tap, tap,

It was the person outside who knocked on the door twice gently and asked him again: "How did I die?"

Strangled to death.

This time Zibai didn't speak, but answered in his heart, because in fact, it didn't matter whether he answered or not.

Don't pay attention to it, he told himself, there must be a way to leave this room, you have to focus on it.

But since the kid could get into the refrigerator in the kitchen, Zibai's door naturally couldn't stop him. It was just that Zibai's habitual thinking made him accidentally overlook this point.

People always think that they are safe when the door is closed.

He turned around and almost fainted because the kid was standing in the corner of the room holding the ball, looking at him with a smile, as if he was very happy that he saw him.

"I……"

Before the little ghost could finish his words, Zibai interrupted him: "How did you die?"

Unexpectedly, he was suddenly the host. The little ghost was stunned and asked, "How did I die?"

"Yes, how did you die?" Zi Bai asked back, leaning his back against the door and frantically twisting the door handle with both hands, but he couldn't open the door.

This question is obviously beyond the scope. Although it has turned into a ghost, it is still a child after all and cannot answer it.

But it doesn't matter, it's already dead, so it doesn't have to follow those Q&A rules. It just needs to complete its own task.

Thinking of this, that overly exaggerated smile reappeared on the little ghost's face.

Snap,

The first ball slipped out of his hand. "A little kid is back,"

The next moment, the ball that rolled to Zibai's feet turned into a little ghost that looked exactly like him, grinning and reaching out to grab Zibai's leg.

Everything happened in a flash. Zibai felt a biting cold in one of his legs, and his whole bones felt sore. He found that one of his legs had lost sensation.

"The two bad friends cried loudly," the second ball came out from nowhere, and was hit by the little ghost and flew away. It turned into a second little ghost exactly like him, and grabbed Zibai's other leg with a sad face.

Accompanied by the nursery rhyme, one, two, three, four, five, the five little ghosts transformed from balls wrapped around Zibai's hands, feet and neck, and pulled him to the ground with a thud.