C78 Chapter 78

Wu Xiaogang walked along, scanning his surroundings like he was looking for something. All of a sudden, he stopped beside a crooked old tree.

Blood... on the bark?

“That’s the tree they used when Old Wang’s kid died not long ago.” The old man’s voice came from behind him.

“Oh?”

“Yeah. That was two weeks ago. Poor thing wasn’t even seven.” The old man sighed