A cold breeze blew on the back of the bandit leader's head.
The bandit leader's scalp tingled, and he abruptly turned around.
Behind him, another straw mat had been pulled aside at some unknown time.
A young boy, his feet hanging in the air, was blowing cold air towards him.
The young boy, how is he alive again!
The bandit leader's mind buzzed, and his heart nearly jumped out of his throat in fright.
That boy, he had strangled him with his own hands, making sure he had stopped breathing and his heart had stopped beating.
"Give me back my life!"
The young boy reached out his hands, lunging at the bandit leader.
"Playing ghost tricks, take my blade."
The bandit leader was also a ruthless character. Though somewhat frightened by the sight of a ghost, he has killed countless people and his blade was not for show. He swung his blade, the glint of the blade shimmering coldly, striking towards the young boy.
