"I don't know why, but I always feel a sense of trepidation in his presence."
Zhao Youliang didn't understand the deeper meaning in Huang Jiaxian's words, and just nodded foolishly in agreement.
"That thuggish dog is so fierce, who wouldn't be afraid of him!"
"Oh, by the way, it's only afraid of my cousin, Gray Sixth Master, and Sister Yingchun. It'll bite anyone else!"
Looking at the bewildered Zhao Youliang, Huang Jiaxian could only smile wryly.
"Quantum, would you like to know about this paper-making shop?"
Before Zhao Youliang could even speak, a woman's eerie laughter suddenly echoed from inside the shop.
After the laughter came the mournful lyrics of Peking Opera.
"Then I saw little devils and great devil judges, who were escorting the wronged souls to wear iron chains around their necks."
"So tragic, so tragic, a chilling wind blows, chilling me to the bone..."
At the same time, all the paper figures in the shop came to life and slowly moved toward the backyard where Zhao Youliang and the others were.
Realizing all this, Huang Jiaxian turned pale and realized that she had said something she shouldn't have.
Another gust of cold wind blew up, and Xiong Ba's burly figure blocked the way for Huang Jia's young brother and Zhao Youliang.
Confused about what had happened, he asked naively while remaining on guard.
"Who is it? What's wrong?!"
Chang Jie also appeared at the same time, still lying limply on the eggshell; anyone who didn't know better would think he had died.
She strained to look up in the direction of the paper figure, and spoke with a heart full of grievance.
"My parents are dragons, but I'm just a maggot. There's no justice in this..."
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