"Snap!" Golden light shot out, and the ghost that was struck flew out. Ma Xiaoniu did not hesitate at all and followed closely. He cracked the whip again, and the cracking sound was endless. A few minutes later, the five ghosts had become blurry outlines! At this moment, the five ghosts were huddled together and did not even have the ability to stand up.
"We hate! We hate! Ah—" Even in its weakened state, the leading ghost still roared furiously, its hatred filling the entire classroom. Ma Xiaoniu frowned and snorted, "What do you hate?"
"I hate it! Hehehehe~ I hate it!~" The first ghost howled again. Ma Xiaoniu's eyelids twitched. He lashed the ghost with his whip. In the golden light, the ghost became even more illusory, and its outline was almost indistinguishable.