"Little Kuihua, can you tell Grandpa Gen where those two gentlemen are?"
Inside the ancestral hall.
The elderly man with a walking stick was gazing kindly at Little Kuihua, who was wearing a beautiful little dress, with a hint of sympathy flashing in his eyes.
But he was helpless.
After all, Little Kuihua was the offering chosen by the higher powers.
Opposite him.
Little Kuihua didn't speak, only shook her head blankly, indicating that she knew nothing.
"That's strange, where could the two gentlemen go in the middle of the night?"
The old man muttered to himself.
At the same time, he stared intently at Little Kuihua, trying to discern any clues from her eyes.
Unfortunately, he found nothing.
At this moment.
Little Kuihua couldn't help recalling the two shadows she had vaguely seen on the roof before entering the ancestral hall.
"They must be the two benefactors. I hope they escape successfully and don't come back," she thought silently to herself.
