When he awoke again, the surroundings had quieted down, and everything had ended.
The houses had all collapsed, and those familiar people, they all lay on the ground, bloodied and motionless, they were all dead.
The little boy cried out with a "waah".
Shortly, footsteps were heard nearby.
The little boy, frightened, stopped crying and huddled in a corner.
Soon, two elders appeared before him, one of whom was his master, Ye Wufa.
"Grand elder!" The little boy immediately threw himself into the arms of the white-haired elder and began to cry.
"Shuhao, thank goodness, you are safe. That is truly wonderful," the white-haired elder said with tears in his old eyes, moved.
At that moment, Ye Wufa quickly reached out to grab the wrist of the little boy, frowning deeply.
"The child has been poisoned by a strange toxin, I fear he will lose his life sooner or later," Ye Wufa said.
