The child was only five or six years old. His eyes were unfocused, his sparse, scraggly hair plastered to his head by the rain. His face was filthy, and no matter how the rain washed over it, it could not be cleaned.
His exposed arms, neck, belly, calves, and feet were covered in long, vivid-red wounds, as though he had been whipped. They were swollen high, crisscrossing every which way! It was rather horrifying.
In the midst of the Anomaly Disaster, a child had suddenly run out and curiously asked why they were not taking shelter from the rain.
They wanted to ask why this child had come here alone as well!
But after holding it in for a long while, they simply could not bring themselves to ask.
Because everyone had noticed that something was wrong. Everything about this was wrong! The willow twigs and rainwater that everyone avoided as though they were venomous snakes and savage beasts lashed against the child in a flurry, yet nothing in his mouth screamed and fled.
Su Hao was even more puzzled. Within his Radar Perception, he could not detect the slightest Blood Qi reaction from the child.
Like a corpse.
The four exchanged glances, silently signaling one another not to act rashly.
A Xing and A Wang both readied their attacks. The moment anything went wrong, they would strike immediately.
Seemingly receiving no response, the child grew anxious and agitated. "It's raining. Hurry and run!"
"The whip hurts so much when it hits you. Hurry and hide!"
Su Hao was bold enough to try responding. "We're not afraid of the rain, and we're not afraid of being whipped!"
The child seemed unable to hear him and continued speaking to himself. "Hurry and hide, or you won't be able to escape!"
Smack!