Although he had already decided not to run this time and to face his fears directly, the moment he saw the Big Red Coffin, Yang Xiao still flinched and instinctively turned around and ran.
But as usual, he hadn't run far before the Big Red Coffin caught up with him and knocked him flying, his whole body like a kite with a broken string.
Very quickly, Yang Xiao crashed to the ground, and the fall left him so dizzy that in a daze, he seemed to see a great-grandmother he had never met.
That wasn't all. Next, he was picked up and held by two figures dressed like paper dolls, wearing melon skin hats, red shirts, green pants, faces painted with blush, expressionless, forcing him to kneel before the Big Red Coffin.
Yang Xiao's head was spinning at this moment, but he didn't forget to shout his grievances loudly, a routine etched into his memory.
