Zeng Ziming said, "I only saw those sticks collapse; I couldn't see anything else."
Tian Xiaoxia also shook her head, "I didn't see it either."
"This time... it's coming for me," Zeng Shiyuo suddenly said behind them.
He sounded calm, but his lips were trembling slightly, his face was pale, and sweat beads had formed on his forehead.
In Zeng Shiyuo's eyes, what appeared before him was a burly man clad in tattered clothes, bald, with an expression that was vicious yet extremely rigid.
The three members of the Zeng Family remained still, and Zeng Shiyuo had no intention of running away either.
He stared intently at the burly man approaching from outside the house, who also fixed his gaze on him while walking.
However, just as he stepped over a slightly raised makeshift fence, the burly man failed to watch his step, suddenly stumbled, and fiercely fell into a deeper pit.
"He fell in," Zeng Shiyuo immediately said.
