"Mother, am I going to die? It hurts so much, so much."
The little girl lay on the ground, clutching the woman's arm tightly, crying out miserably.
"Shut up!"
Lin Caisang stepped forward and shouted harshly.
She really wanted to kick the spot where Brother Molian had kicked once more.
Her sharp gaze swept across the other people in the secret room, men and women, old and young, a total of seven—it looked like a family.
"Hongjin, come out."
A flash of red light shimmered, and Hongjin appeared in front of Lin Caisang.
"Master, please give your commands."
Hongjin said respectfully to Lin Caisang.
"Go, grab that man for me, I need to ask him some questions."
Lin Caisang pointed with one hand at a middle-aged man in the crowd, who was dressed better than the others.
He likely wasn't the husband of the woman who had been questioning Brother Molian, the main pillar of the family, right? The questions in her heart, it was proper to ask him.
"Yes, Master."
