He said something so outlandish, yet none of the adults reacted.
That instantly filled the little boy, only a few years old, with awe for him.
Only after everyone had left did the child look up at Yin Chao, trying to contain his excitement. "Are you really the Evil God!?"
"Of course. No tricks, young or old."
As he spoke, Yin Chao straightened, then bent down to meet the boy's eyes. "Moqi Xinsi?"
"That's me!"
He looked as though a teacher had called his name in class, even puffing out his chest as if he were stepping onto a stage to accept an award.
Yin Chao looked at the obedient child before him. There was no sign of any obsession in his excited expression.
But judging by how things worked, there had to be a reason this world could trap Moqi Xinsi.
Just as he was considering how to coax information out of the child, a piercing gunshot rang out from the other end of the corridor.
Screams and the sound of shattering glasses followed one after another.
Even the little brat who had been acting so grown-up jumped in fright. He clung tightly to Yin Chao's trouser leg, glittering tears welling in his eyes.
Yin Chao picked him up and patted little Moqi Xinsi's back.
"Don't be scared. Remember? I'm the Evil God."
It seemed to help. Moqi Xinsi lifted his head and stammered, "Quick, Xinzhi, Xinzhi's still outside! My little brother, my little brother's still outside!"
Yin Chao nodded, took out his Long-Handled Lamp, and lit it.
A red glow flared, bathing Moqi Xinsi's little face in a rosy light.
His eyes sparkled again, and the corners of his little mouth lifted. It was a child's expression of the utmost reverence.
The entire corridor was deserted. Yin Chao