"Brother Zeng, what happened?"
To his surprise, Shi Xiaole ran over, bent down and picked him up.
"Young Master, I beg you, save Meihua Village, I beg you..."
The husky man summoned his remaining strength, clamping onto Shi Xiaole's arms; his scatteted gaze forcefully held open, blood foaming continuously from his mouth.
Upon examination, Shi Xiaole found that the man's heart had been shattered. His heart sank seeing the blood-soaked path ahead and struggled to imagine how the man could have endured until now.
"They murdered many people...Young Master, I...beg you."
The man's voice croaked.
His tiger-like eyes now filled with wetness, carrying sadness, pain and a hint of pleading. This gaze, like a needle, suddenly pierced deep into Shi Xiaole's spirit.
Ever since his arrival to this world, Shi Xiaole's emotions had only been swayed by his aunt. The only person he really cared about was the foolish woman who was willing to give him everything.
