Killing Intent Emerges

In the warm house, five people sat around the table eating. Ordinary families did not have as many rules as wealthy households, and the atmosphere was far more cozy.

Doctor Li was already quite old and did not eat much. What he preferred was the lively warmth before him.

The little boy and Yin'er each held a chicken leg, gnawing on it with greasy mouths, looking rather comical.

The woman kept placing food into their bowls. She took especially good care of the pretty yet somewhat foolish little girl beside them. Every heart was made of flesh; for such a kind child to travel alone outside, she was truly too pitiful.

Seeing the growing pile of food in her bowl, Yin'er gave the woman an adorably naive smile, then lowered her head and continued gnawing on her chicken leg.

Outside the house, the wind and snow grew fiercer. In the bitter depths of winter, the weather was always colder than one could imagine.

After dinner, Yin'er helped the woman clear the table. Doctor Li rose to leave, and the man went out to see him off. It was already too late, and the wind and snow were too fierce. Letting the elderly man return alone was truly dangerous.

After clearing the table, Yin'er looked at the woman before her and said, "Auntie Li, are there many people in this village?"

"More than a hundred households, I suppose. Why?" the woman asked in confusion.

"A very, very powerful senior once told me that as long as enough people pray for Master, Master can wake up. Tomorrow, I want to ask the villagers to offer Master a blessing," Yin'er said softly.

The woman thought for a moment, then nodded. "I'll go with you tomorrow. After all, you aren't from this village. With