Chen Mo swung his wooden sword and slashed!
The wooden sword struck the little girl as though it were cutting through air.
Nothing happened.
Chen Mo slashed again.
Still nothing happened.
Chen Mo was dumbfounded.
His blood... had never failed before.
The five figures closed in on him step by step, smiling, crowding around him, muttering, "Play with us."
Chen Mo trembled all over.
He knew he was finished.
He had finally eaten his last mouthful from this rice bowl.
Clutching the useless wooden sword, he closed his eyes.
His last thought was not fear, but...
I haven't sold all the tofu yet.
Those households that ordered tofu for tomorrow will be waiting anxiously.
Just then...
A hand reached out from behind him and gently clasped the little girl's head.
Like an elder patting a child's head.
Then a voice came from overhead.
Gentle, and seemingly tinged with a smile:
"How about big brother plays with you for a bit?"
Chen Mo slowly opened his eyes.
At some point, two more people had appeared behind the little girl.
A young man in black, and a woman with a cold expression.
The young man in black was bending down, looking at the little girl with a smile.
His hand still clasped the child's head.
The little girl stood stiffly in place, utterly motionless.
But the smile on her face had vanished.
Two hours earlier.
On the main street of Willow Mountain Market, the rain had just begun.
Chen Mo hurried into an alley and walked into the curtain of rain with the old man.
Si Chen and Jiang Ling followed behind him at an unhurried pace.
Though called "following," it was really more like taking a stroll.
With Si Chen's abilities, never mind a mere cultivator at the Qi Refining