Creak, creak!
In the shrill, teeth-grating noise, a rickety carriage pulled by a scrawny old horse entered Moon Street.
A group of people followed.
However, as the carriage stopped in front of number 5 Moon Street and the 'Blood Descendant' jumped off to walk towards it, some couldn't bear it anymore—as they saw it, once the 'Blood Descendant' entered number 5 a tactical advantage would be gained, much better to deal with the opponent here.
The next moment—
Small stones the size of fingertips lifted from the ground.
In a breath, hundreds had gathered.
A man, also with disheveled hair, emerged from the shadows excitedly surveying other pursuers with similar intentions.
His eyes were filled with warning.
Once he confirmed that the other pursuers had yielded, the man felt satisfied.
He turned to the 'Blood Descendant,' uttering words he himself didn't believe.
"I mean no harm, I just want to know the truth of what happened that year!"
