Ma Ma
編輯: Nyoi-Bo Studio
It was a round-shaped head of a bald child. It was hard to tell if it belonged to a girl or a boy.
He was now deep in the ground. Xu Xiaoshou was so frightened that he kept stepping back until he hit the earth wall and mud fell on his head.
"It's a child?"
Many thoughts flashed through his mind in those few moments.
Could it possibly be that the Tiansang Spirit Palace was an evil organization, and the Tianxuan Gate was a prison specifically designed to detain children?
He thought about Elder Sang and Ye Xiaotian.
It was quite possible!
Crack!
There was a noise, then the head raised with great difficulty and looked into Xu Xiaoshou's eyes.
It had red eyes, looking just like those of the frenzied Zhou Tianshen. And it possessed a formidable aura.
Shortly afterward, Xu Xiaoshou realized he was wrong about the head.
Could the thing be...?
It was a puppet!