Lu Xin didn't quite understand why his mother thanked the old man, or rather, the fire thief.
He even said it twice.
They walked out of the church and the fragile wooden door closed behind them.
All of a sudden, Lu Xin discovered that the small town outside the church had disappeared. Be it the low and compact houses or the narrow stone path between the buildings on both sides, everything was gone. Similarly, it also included the few pots of flowers that were wet by the mist under the window. And the people who lived behind the windows in different ways.
The only thing they could see was the dark red ground and the unconscious wind.
Occasionally, there would be some vague figures behind the ruins. They would raise their heads and look at them with fear.
This place was not a small town by the sea, but the abyss.
Lu Xin turned around in shock and saw that even the dilapidated church had changed.
