Chen Yi lifted his gaze and scanned the room. Eleven children were hidden here, and with everyone working together, the story had been exaggerated to otherworldly proportions. Looking again, his eyes settled on Madam Yan, her white robe stained with blood, her loose black hair matted and scabbed into a disheveled mess. He couldn't help but let out a quiet sigh.
"Little Seven didn't mean to scare people," Madam Yan said softly, her tone uneasy. She pulled a child close and instinctively ruffled his hair. "But the officials are far more terrifying than the ghosts!"
Chen Yi exhaled deeply but said nothing.
Yin Tingxue seemed to have already heard him and turned back to look at him.
Chen Yi's lips curved slightly, a faint smile appearing as he asked, "What if I were to kill an official?"
......
Shao Po didn't know how long he had been unconscious. When his eyes opened again, he found he was no longer in the alley but seated on a bench by the street.
