Chapter 3 The Talking Ants

  The empty street corner, not a single person in sight, the dance hall seemed to have been petrified, her hand grasping several copper coins, still staring at the place where the handsome man's back disappeared... Actually, the more she looked, the more familiar this handsome man seemed, the more she thought about it, the more she felt like she should know him...

  "What are you looking at?"

  Wu Nian Mo chose to directly ignore him.

  That tender voice sounded again: "Look again!"

  What's it to you? Does it have anything to do with you? Wu Xingmu silently cursed in her heart.

  His eyes were almost popping out!

  Don't go too far! Wu Ningmo finally couldn't bear the venomous snake and retorted with a bad temper: "I'd be happy to have my eyeballs drop out! What's it to you? Mind your own business! Humph! Scram!"

  Three seconds after the voice fell, Wu Ning's face showed a shocked expression! Who was she just talking to? She saw her flustered and turned her head 360° several times, but couldn't find the person she was talking to!

  Wang Jing's mouth opened into a big 'O' shape, and stuffing in an entire egg was absolutely no problem!

  Have I started hearing things? Wu Ning looked incredulously at the empty street corner, using her small hand to dig into her ear canal, and then dug out her ears again. Even hallucinations have come knocking on my door!

  At this time, that mocking voice sounded again, reminding Wu Xingmo that it was not an auditory hallucination: "Haha, stupid! Big idiot!"

  Wu Ning immediately looked around again, but still found nothing. The voice was clearly right next to her, yet within a few miles there was no one in sight, and there were no places to hide, how could...

  It's broad daylight, so there shouldn't be any ghosts, right? Wǔ Níngmò (Dance Condensation) is not afraid of heaven or earth, but what she fears most are unclean things! Just thinking about it makes her legs tremble. But on the surface, she still wants to save face: "Who? Which turtle grandson is pretending to be a ghost, come out quickly for your auntie! Otherwise, don't blame your auntie for being impolite——" As she speaks, Wǔ Níngmò clenches her fist in warning.

  The owner of the voice didn't buy it at all and laughed even louder: "Hahaha... indeed a genuine big, big, big, stupid egg"

  People who practice martial arts have sharper senses than ordinary people, and Wu Jing's ears are the most sensitive among them. This time, she accurately distinguished the source of the sound - under her feet!

  She's probably watched too many martial arts and sci-fi movies, so her mind is full of ideas about invincible monsters hiding underground, and she even assumes a combat-ready stance.

  Just then, the owner of the voice stopped laughing and said "I'm here!" It jumped onto Wang Jing's foot and bit her ankle hard, as if to tell her that its tiny self was hiding there.

  She was still completely unaware of the situation. Suddenly, she let out a loud cry: "There's a mosquito!" Then, with a 'slap', she proudly slapped the 'mosquito' on her ankle. How dare it suck her blood? This wasn't like searching for a lantern in the toilet - looking for death!

  When he looked at the center of his palm again, he was stunned. There lay a tiny corpse, slightly larger than a mosquito, but one glance told him it wasn't a mosquito. Mosquitoes don't have a pair of antennae, mosquitoes don't have such vibrant skin color, and mosquitoes are definitely not fashionable, yet this thing was even wearing clothes!

  "Ow——ow——" The little guy who was slapped unconscious by the rough dance of Mo Ye finally woke up after a 10-second rest, groaning, "You're so cruel! I'm such an adorable little spirit and you didn't even spare me. If I were as stupid as you, how would you compensate me?"

  Wu Ningmo looked at the little guy in her palm slowly crawling up, curiously moving it closer to her eyes, and carefully examining it: its whole body presented light yellow skin, wearing a blue suit, blue big eyes, and a pair of black antennae on its head... It was an ant, a talking ant!

  "Lan Ma Yi" - this name slipped out of Wu Ning's mouth.