C211 On the Grassland City
"Baby, Daddy...!" Lin Yuan paused, a chill rising from the depths of his heart. Could this be a message left by that father?
He swallowed hard and bent down to examine the script more closely. It wasn't ink but looked more like dried bloodstains.
The writing was quite faded, suggesting it had been there for some time, though certainly not more than a few decades.
Besides the goblin script
