Hearing Master say this, Lu Zixun, who was lying on Lin Siyin's lap, suddenly opened his eyes and perked up his ears.
His tail swished about, tapping Lin Siyin's arm, signaling her to continue asking.
She caressed the orange fur on Lu Zixun's back.
Lin Siyin looked at her Master incredulously, "What era are we in? Master, you still believe in such superstitions? Where would these monsters come from?"
"Hey, there were brothers who sent photos at that time, it was really just a skin, it looked particularly scary."
At this point, the Master unlocked his phone's screen, apparently intending to pull up the photo.
But then he seemed to remember something and shook his head, "Forget it, I won't let you see it, lest you have nightmares tonight."
Just when Lin Siyin was about to ask further, Lu Zixun tapped on Lin Siyin's leg, signaling that it was not necessary.
After that, Lu Zixun did not pay much attention to the conversation between Lin Siyin and her Master.
