Chapter 88
Meng Ziyun had always looked down upon bandits, but today, he has realized for the first time that being a thief is not a simple task.
After all, theft is a malicious act, and the surroundings were extremely quiet, without a single glimmer of light. Every step he took seemed to be pressing down on his heartbeats. Apart from the pounding noise of his own heart, no sound could be heard in the vicinity.
He groped in the dark to reach the front of the granary and, seeing that nobody was in the vicinity, he took out a flint from his bosom. As he struck the flint, it sparked, illuminating a horribly pale face.
Burn it, burn it... Once it's burnt, things will be clean. When he thought of the inhabitants of Frog Fort freezing and starving to death due to the lack of food, an unusual sense of pleasure arose in Meng Ziyun's heart.
He was getting close to his success.
The flint made a cracking sound.
