Lu Xin's family was looking at the monster that had devoured the entire convoy.
At this time, it was still standing in front of the group of experienced drivers. It was wearing an unusual white dress, and its bright red tentacles were wrapped around itself. It stood there in an orderly formation like an eagle eating a chick. Its small head was lowered, and its body seemed to be trembling slightly.
His sister squatted on his head and touched his ears with her two little hands curiously.
Probably because his sister had already kept an eye on it, when the baby cried, it couldn't escape.
It had become a hostage.
Lu Xin stood up and walked toward the little monster. He counted the number of people behind the little monster.
There was not a single person missing from the thirty-seven carriages.
