"Don't run! Stand still!" the sleazy man gasped and shouted.
The little girl clung tightly to Qian Cangyi as she watched the two men chasing after them, her eyes filled with fear.
"It's okay, don't worry." Qian Cangyi reassured, casting a glance at the tightly closed Phantom Eye in the sky.
"Before my father disappeared, it was the same as now, he held me like this too, and someone was chasing him from behind!" The little girl seemed to be lost in her memories.
Completely different, the people chasing your father were probably debt collectors.
Qian Cangyi thought to himself.
When they got far from the enclosure wall, the phantoms in the surroundings began to multiply. As before, these beings with severed heads and hands showed no interest in the living like Qian Cangyi.
"Where do you think we can hide?" Qian Cangyi, hoping against hope, asked the little girl this question.