Song Yi stood up, her heart instantly racing.
Her gaze cautiously fixed on the thicket over there.
The gray mist enveloped the forest, the sky was gloomy, and there was damp rain.
Such an environment naturally felt eerie, with the bushes and clumps of trees around seeming as if something might emerge at any moment.
"Crunch... crunch..."
The sound of footsteps stepping on leaves, more than just one.
Song Yi held her breath, staring at that spot, her hands clenched tightly, remaining in place, afraid to move or make a sound.
Even in this cold place, her back felt hot, beads of sweat trickling down, her palms likewise sweaty.
"Hurry up!" a rough voice barked.
"Ah..." accompanied by a child's startled scream.
An adult man pushed a child, who stumbled forward with several large steps.
Song Yi's heart trembled, she raised her eyes, peering through the thicket.
She saw three or four men pressing down on a little boy, faintly seeing bloodstains on the boy's body.
