"Oh?"
Yang Tian looked at Chen Xiaoli.
Although Chen Xiaoli seemed to be a loli around seven or eight years old on the surface, having been born into the Chen Family, her understanding of human affairs was much richer than someone her age.
"About ten days ago, there was a time when I saw my dad talking with several tall beings in the back courtyard. I noticed them. That day my dad drove away without a word. I secretly took a taxi to follow him for an hour until we reached a deserted ancient village on the outskirts..."
Chen Xiaoli recalled as she spoke.
"Alright then, little sister, you lead us to the village, and we destroy the Corpse Demons. That way, the Chen Family will be safe!"
Wu Yue said softly.
"I can take you to the Corpse Demons' lair, but I want you to release my dad!"
Chen Xiaoli raised her head and said seriously.
On her little face smeared with corpse-red was a maturity not found in her peers.
"About that..."
