"That night, the three of us sat on the sofa all night, and no one left. So, it's impossible for anyone to get lost in the Bodhisattva's face." Qi's voice grew increasingly hollow.
"No, who do you think trapped the word 'death' on the Bodhisattva's face?"
The same little face immediately turned pale: "Either it's a thief, or it's a ghost. But my house has an automatic alarm system. We don't know about the thief. The next day, we looked at the doors and windows, and found no traces... As for whether there are ghosts... I might not be an atheist anymore...!"
Qi Country also did not believe in ghosts, but the happenings in the house made him not believe anymore.
"Oh! Tired to death!" He suddenly stomped his foot. "Mom is behind us, cursing at things in the house! It's really falling apart!"
Qi frowned his little mouth, looking very upset.
I shook my head. "How did your mom invite Niu Da? Looking at you, it seems she believes in Niu Da."
