Run Sheng has a special sensitivity to the aura of death.
Li Zhiyuan trusts Run Sheng's judgment.
However, the young man did not discern much panic from the woman's phrase "that's my husband."
"Stay away from her!"
Run Sheng grabbed Tan Wenbin's arm, the air gate opened, what was earlier just ordinary swimming now seemed like a fish thrown into water, instantly speeding up and distancing from the woman.
With the woman's position as the center, stalks of withered grass were emerging, but this was only the part visible above the water. Below the surface, there were strawmen with talisman paper on their backs, lurking.
And the man wearing the bamboo hat finally lifted his head, revealing a face full of dynamic scars, looking ahead at the trio with a scrutinizing gaze.
Anyone seeing their wife and child surrounded by three unfamiliar men would have thoughts in such a situation.
