107 A century of reputation has finally turned into broken beams and remnants
He soothed his father and brother.
He ate his favorite dried apricots.
Little Milk Bun finally got off the car, clutching his little dust whisk.
Looking up,
The Full Moon hung high, surrounded by a halo of gloomy gray clouds.
From a distance, one could see a window within the neighborhood where evil spirits were rampant.
The temperature of the surrounding wind was very low.
Standing behind Little Milk Bun, Tang Chuang and Tang Wenhuo also felt the unnatural chill in the air.
This was indeed the first time Tang Chuang had truly seen the evil spirits and goblins Little Bun had talked about.
In a corner of the neighborhood,
A slender, tall shadow stood there, not daring to approach too closely.
When Little Bun turned to look, it seemed to bow awkwardly and nervously before its figure dissipated.
Little Milk Bun blinked his large eyes.
Then he lifted his little dust whisk, his small face filled with serenity.