Everyone's pupils shrank into awls due to fright, and they just stared at Sima Yang motionless, forgetting any movement.
The breeze sang a beautiful song, lifted up the pieces of paper on the ground, and danced gracefully in the hall. Countless white pieces of paper brushed everyone's shocked cheeks like snowflakes...
When the last page was torn to pieces and fell to the ground, the people in the hall instantly erupted. They stuck their butts out, lay on their hands and knees, cried and shouted, and picked up the papers around them like treasures.
The film was full of tears, as if the sky would collapse in the next moment!
What a spectacular and funny scene this is...
Looking at the old men and women crawling all over the ground like turtles, countless black lines were drawn on my forehead, and a flock of crows flew above my head...[
Before I could react, Sima Yang had already taken my hand, dropped the "turtle" on the ground, and led me to run wildly on the corridor, running for a long distance without moving my feet.
I hid in one of the rooms in a quiet attic far away from the hall and slammed the door.
I was in shock, holding on to the pillar and gasping for air. When I turned my head, I saw Sima Yang, who was puffing out his cheeks and taking deep breaths like a frog. I finally couldn't help bursting into laughter, and my whole body shook worse than an earthquake: "Haha...hahaha