a ghost. because of his speed, the little mummy can only fly up and down like a sandbag.then, a smoky figure flew out of the fire, and the mottled hunting knife reflected the beating flame and roared... few days.to kill or not to killthe white moonlight fell on him, and he was like a sculpture, motionless.after a long time, he turned his head, looked out of the window at the bright moon in the sky,...