"Bitch! How dare you insult me?" Zhang Xiaohua's face turned red, and without a word, she bolted after him.
"Stop right there!" Zhang Xiaohua shouted angrily at Chengyu, never expecting that Chengyu's short legs would be so swift that even she couldn't catch up for a moment. Her heart burned with fury, unwilling to let go of Chengyu's back view, and Chengyu couldn't shake her off.
She fled and he chased; she could not escape even with wings.
Meanwhile, Zhang Chen was delving into the art of talismans when suddenly he heard cries from outside the door of Xiaodouding calling for help: "A ghost! There's a ghost in the Daoist Temple, it's terrifying. Junior Brother, save me! Junior Brother, save me!"
Chengyu, with tear stains on his face, ran in crying from outside the courtyard, hiding behind Zhang Chen's chair, wailing like a wolf.
