Every street and alley was exceptionally noisy.
Three figures, one in front of the other, meandering through more than half of Lichao City, eventually arrived at a relatively remote and quiet area.
Deng Baiyi came to a halt in time, her back against the stone wall, quietly holding a talisman, eavesdropping on the sounds in the alley next to her.
As expected.
The plainly dressed peddler finally stopped, successfully trapping the young child who was not very old.
But what caught Deng Baiyi by surprise was that the one to speak first was the child.
"How many people have you arranged in Lichao City?"
The child turned around, his back against the stone wall, and smilingly said, "With such a disguise, to be discovered nevertheless."
Deng Baiyi, leaning against the stone wall, was taken aback.
In her heart, the child was most likely the "victim"...
But now it seemed she had guessed wrong.
This child might not be a child at all.
"I would also like to ask..."
