"Old man!"
The girl watched as the old man walked along the white line, the first ten meters posed no issues because the middle-aged man had already walked it.
The girl prayed nervously.
Prayed to the heavens not to take away this kind old man.
But reality is sometimes so cruel, so harsh, that you can't have your way.
The old man only walked to the fifteen-meter mark before something happened, swallowed by the black swamp, he died very peacefully, just closing his eyes.
As if there was no pain.
But the girl knew he must have been in pain, he just didn't want the girl to be afraid.
The girl cried sorrowfully.
Only to be met with a harsh slap from Bai Family's martial artist: "Why cry, just an old thing dead, what's there to cry for, it's your turn, hurry up."
"First, draw the line, then let her walk."
Ming Lao said coldly.
No matter how pitiful these people were, in the eyes of Bai Family's group, their lives were like weeds, worthless.
