The Big and Small Ghost just stood there rigidly, like it had turned into a cardboard cutout standing at attention.
"Ten minutes are up." Fatty considerately reminded it in a low voice.
The Big and Small Ghost didn't move at all, just used its two huge eyes to viciously glare at Fatty.
"Pick big or pick small?" At this moment it heard a voice from below, like a demon whispering.
The Big and Small Ghost stiffly rolled its eyeballs downward and saw that the demon below was staring fixedly at it, a terrifying expression plastered all over his face.
It didn't dare move, and didn't dare speak either.
"Pick big or pick small?" The demon below asked again, this time a bit louder.
The Big and Small Ghost couldn't keep pretending it hadn't heard. It hunched its body as thin as a sheet of paper and quickly replied, "Small."
The word "small" hadn't even fully left its mouth before it shot out the next sentence at lightning speed: "I lost, I should go up on the platform for exhibition."
