Nan Gong Jin was enraged by Lin Xiao's sharp words and left in a huff.,"Scooping poop, first the small, then the big, scooping out all the injustices of the world," Lin Xiao began singing his self-composed ditty, brandishing a small shovel and inspecting his surroundings.,A deep, ominous voice came from outside the door. The sound appeared so abruptly, as if it had materialized out of thin air.。