Patting the Dog's Head

Elmer went out to check. After a while, he came in and said, "She should have run away. She ran quite fast." With that, he looked at Chris again. "He was contaminated by the evil aura. He should have encountered an evil ghost."

Amelia asked, "So what now?"

Elmer's eyes flashed. What should he do? Since the evil ghost had pestered Chris, of course, he should let Chris go out and lure the evil ghost out.

Amelia crawled to the bed and waved at Chris. "Fourth Uncle, lower your head…"

Chris subconsciously bent down. Amelia patted his head and said eloquently, "Pat the dog's head. You don't have to worry about anything…" Then, her small hand slid to his shoulder and thigh. "Pat the dog's leg. Life is smooth…"

Chris: "…"

In a place where Chris couldn't see, the dark energy was dispersed. Chris felt his entire body lighten and his emotions gradually stabilized. The corners of his mouth twitched as he asked, "Who taught you?"