126 Object Demon: Are you polite?
From numerous voices gradually overlapping, the last merged into an increasingly piercing shout.
A cry of surprise came from behind.
And Little Bun had already quickly raised her hand.
In front of everyone's terrified gazes, she stuffed her little dust whisk into the mouth of that ephemeral figure.
The sharp and vicious words abruptly ceased.
Those who had been deeply concerned for Little Bun's situation were now stunned into silence.
The surroundings went somewhat quiet.
As Little Bun stirred the smoky black fog with her dust whisk like mixing paint, she swiftly brought it down with a slash.
The sharp voice, as if thrown into a tumble dryer, became distorted and resonantly eerie—
Grandma Jiang: ...
She had thought her a delicate little darling and worried she might get hurt without realizing it, but what was this in reality—?
The dust whisk in Little Bun's hand had firmly pressed down on the Small Incense Burner.