"This is the place."
Following Ji Mo's gaze, Chen Miao looked at the courtyard with its gate shut tight.
"How do you think we should get that kid to come with us?"
Chen Miao asked.
Out of respect, Chen Miao should have spoken to the boy's family and explained what was at stake.
After all, if that water ghost kept going like this, it would eventually come ashore to take revenge on them.
But the problem was, given the character of the boy's parents, would they believe him? Would they agree?
Chen Miao thought the chances were slim.
"I think we should just talk to the kid directly. If we talk to his family, there's no way this will work."
"Unless..."
Yang Jiuhua looked at Chen Miao.
"Unless you can make them understand how serious this is, Brother Shui."
Chen Miao considered it, then shook his head. He had no intention of resorting to special means.
"Let's do as you said and talk to the kid directly first."
"All right. So who's going to talk to him?"
As soon as Yang Jiuhua asked, his gaze drifted involuntarily toward Ji Mo.
Of the three men in the car, Ji Mo was the one whose appearance made him look like a decent person.
Yang Jiuhua knew himself well enough. That went without saying.
Chen Miao was no less handsome than Ji Mo, but for some reason, looking at him made Yang Jiuhua feel pressured.
Perhaps it was because of Chen Miao's identity, or perhaps there was some other reason.
Yang Jiuhua found that whenever he met Chen Miao's eyes, he grew a little uneasy and couldn't help looking away.
If even a grown man like him reacted that way, having Chen Miao talk to a child might not quite scare the kid