The young boy was somewhat stupefied, not knowing what Wen Xiao’ai was up to.
"Sister, you, why did you tell them about me?"
"They might have bad vision and didn’t see you, don’t be angry with them," Wen Xiao’ai didn’t respond to the boy’s question but instead spoke with a soothing tone.
The two men, watching Wen Xiao’ai holding onto the air and speaking to it, couldn’t help but feel stunned.
"Little sister, what kind of joke are you playing? There’s no brother here."
"What joke? What are you talking about? My brother is standing right here. How can you not see such a big person? Don’t you know it’s very impolite to talk like that?"
Wen Xiao’ai was very angry at their impolite behavior.
She huffed and glared at the two of them, then "escorted" the boy to walk around them.
"Brother, let’s go home, don’t bother with them."
The two men, confused by Wen Xiao’ai’s words, would have doubted their own vision if their companion couldn’t see the boy either.
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He thought to himself how clever the little girl was, probably having learned quite a few anti-wolf techniques, but wasn’t it quite stupid to use these tricks about ghosts to scare people?
What era was it? Who would believe in that stuff?
"Little sister, sorry about that; indeed, our eyesight is not good. We’ve played too many games recently. We didn’t notice your brother just now, my bad," said the man, even apologizing politely to the air Wen Xiao’ai was holding onto: "Little brother, sorry about that, the brother here has poor eyesight, don’t take it to heart."
"Really, is there someone?" His companion got confused, hurriedly rubbing his eyes.
The man glared at him fiercely and gave him a look.
His eyes almost turned cross-eyed before his companion finally caught on.
So he also started to play along with the act.
"Ha, little brother, sorry about that, I didn’t see you just now."
The boy, watching the two men apologizing to him, was completely bewildered: "You, you can see me?"
"They can’t see you, they’re pretending," Wen Xiao’ai didn’t move her lips, but her voice reached the boy’s ears.
"What do you mean?" The boy didn’t catch on.
"Just wait, Bun, watch how sister scares them witless," Wen Xiao’ai mentally raised the Demon’s flag.
"Sister, what are you going to do?"
"You’ll find out soon," Wen Xiao’ai pursed her lips and said to the man, "How come you’re not acknowledging my brother when he’s offering a handshake? He’s already forgiven you."
"Ah? A handshake? Oh, sure... handshake, handshake, sorry about that, I just didn’t see just now."
The sharper man said this, extending his hand towards the non-existent brother beside Wen Xiao’ai with a smile.
He thought the young girl was quite calm, still acting despite the obvious exposure.
As the man thought this, he pretended to shake hands with the air. But the next second, the smile on his face stiffened, and all the hairs on his body stood on end.
He widened his eyes in disbelief and looked down at his hand, which was supposedly shaking with the air.
What he was shaking wasn’t air...
It was really, truly a hand that was shaking his own, devoid of any warmth, as if it belonged to a dead person...
The man’s brain froze for a few seconds, then he mechanically lifted his head to look at Wen Xiao’ai who was still holding onto the air and smiling at it, thinking back to when they saw her from far away behind the bus stop sign, chatting as she walked... His brain exploded like a thunderbolt and his complexion instantly turned paper white.