"Help! Help! Bastard, let me go!"
As this voice became clearer, the little girl named Zheng Xiujing's face instantly turned pale. Ignoring Xiao Qiang's obstruction, she ran forward like a lunatic.
"Sister, sister...."
The girl's shout suddenly echoed in the empty night, inexplicably sorrowful, making people feel slightly uncomfortable.
Xiao Qiang's eyebrows were furrowed. He heard everything clearly. The little girl who was running seemed to stumble over something and fell to the ground. But she got up again and continued running, and soon ran into a room.
"Bastards! You're all bastards, let my sister go...let go of my sister...sister..."
As the pitiful voice of the little girl came, Xiao Qiang sighed and slowly walked over. He expanded his senses and saw that within a radius of one hundred miles in the dark world, there wasn't a trace of any practitioners.
