Ye Qingfeng decided not to overthink for now; he had to take this child away. The Blood Body of Ten Thousand Slaughter couldn't just die obscurely on Earth.
Just as Ye Qingfeng grabbed the child's arm, intending to pull him up, a stern voice suddenly rang out.
"Stop! Who are you? Let him go!"
Ye Qingfeng didn't turn around. His Divine Sense had already detected the man, who was overseeing the group of begging children.
Without turning his head, he flicked an iron nail with a flick of his wrist. With a "swish," it pierced through the man's arm.
Witnessing this scene, the child's eyes lit up slightly, seeing a glimmer of hope.
"Come with me."
Ye Qingfeng couldn't be bothered with the man, opting instead to support the child with the Blood Body of Ten Thousand Slaughter.
"Stay put! Do you even know what you're doing? This is Yanglong. I advise you not to meddle. Better find out first; I'm with the Yuehu Gang."
