Subconsciously, she moved closer, slowly and quietly.
Her movements were light, making almost no sound. But inside, her mind was in an uproar. Fear screamed, excitement surged, and her heart pounded like a drum. Her blood felt like it was boiling, yet it ran ice-cold. She never knew a person could be caught between so many conflicting emotions. Her reason urged her not to go any further, but her body had a will of its own.
The black tarp was peeled back inch by inch, like the sky being drawn away from a dark abyss...
There was a row of large iron cages, and in each one sat a person. No, a humanoid figure. If Xin Huohuo's heart hadn't already been steeled, the bizarre scene before her might have been enough to make her faint on the spot.
They weren't the missing children she had imagined—not drugged, tied up, unconscious, or even dead. They were... they were... dolls!
Straw dolls! The same kind the shopkeeper used to sell at his street stall!
