CHATTER... CHATTER... CHATTER... Zhao Wu's teeth chattered uncontrollably from fear, and his face was ashen.
He had every right to be afraid. He could have been mistaken about the shroud earlier, but there was no mistaking the blood-stained sack right in front of him. This is a real ghost!
"There's... there's... there's..." Just as Zhao Wu was about to scream, Gou Wa reached out and clamped a hand firmly over his mouth.
"Don't shout! It doesn't have eyes! It can't see us!"
Hearing Gou Wa's hushed voice in his ear, Zhao Wu stared intently at the sack. He realized Gou Wa was right; the sack really seemed unable to see them as it continued to hop along.
"Quick, let's go! Let's go get help!" The two grabbed each other and retreated in terror. Just then, muffled, indistinct sounds emanated from the burlap sack, sending a paralyzing fear through them. They scrambled away, practically tumbling over each other in their haste.
