Huang Xiaolong appreciated and toyed with the small bug in his palm, using an "Ancient Insect Language" to tame it that ordinary people couldn't hear.
The few fierce ghosts following him craned their necks curiously.
"Hmm... Sir, it's strange. This little bug doesn't seem to be afraid of our dark energy~~" A green-cloaked fierce ghost remarked incredulously.
In fact, people familiar with Huang Xiaolong's character would find this scene quite peculiar; Huang Xiaolong was usually laid-back and indifferent, rarely showing this level of interest for anything.
"Alright, I don't need your help anymore. You can all go rest." Huang Xiaolong smiled, calmly pulling his "ghost bug controllers" into his soul tube.
"Mr. Huang, have we chosen our bug?" Xia Jian was doubtful, looking at the tiny bug in Huang Xiaolong's palm. "What... What kind of bug is this? I've never seen it before. But… It… seems… small?"