As Grandpa Yin's voice faded, the previously empty space once again revealed the figure of the man in black. His speed was shockingly fast; no one had seen how he appeared. With a cold smile playing at the corners of his mouth, he took Qin Zhizhi and Yin Sichen and vanished into the night in an instant, leaving behind a suffocating silence.
"Zhizhi! Sichen!" Father Qin and Grandpa Yin felt their eyes split with rage, yet they could only watch helplessly as the two were taken away, powerless to stop them. A heavy despair coiled around their hearts like a venomous snake, threatening to devour them whole.
Meanwhile, in another corner of the city, a little beggar was curled up in the corner of a dilapidated temple, shivering. His name was Xiaoshitou, and having lost both parents at a young age, he survived entirely by begging.
Chapter 107