A Toast to... Uh, I Forgot the Words

A little boy of eleven or twelve, backpack on his back, looked at the six strangers in the room, shut the door, then turned and ran outside.

"So, what's going on now?" Su Yuxuan looked at the room, which had returned to calm, and asked in confusion, "Did we travel through time, or did we fall into an illusion?"

"This is a staircase!" Cheng Kui suddenly said. "We're all anchor points. To reach the deepest part of the barrier, these are the stairs we have to pass through!"

"Only by overturning fate can I find the door to the next step!" Cheng Kui said wearily. "For some reason, these staircases are connected to us challengers. They're all generated based on anchor points like us, so what we should be doing now..."

"Is saving your son!" Su Yuxuan understood and patted Jiang Yuming on the shoulder.

"I think we should move quickly. Didn't you say yourself that you were going to act today?" Zhong Sangtan rubbed his earlobe and said to the others, "Just now, I told myself that someone had their eye on your son."

The others filed out of the house, leaving only Jiang Yuming sitting in his chair, lost in thought.

"What are you thinking about? That's your son!" Su Yuxuan turned back and said to Jiang Leyu. Jiang Yuming froze, then rose to his feet with a bitter smile.

"Judging from the traces, your son went this way..." Su Yuxuan had once been a soldier, so he knew a thing or two about tracking.

"No need to make it so complicated!" Jiang Yuming ran in one direction. "I remember the operation plan from that day. The target's mother—my wife—worked as a waitress at a nearby restaurant. He must have thought we were debt collectors just now, so