A woman's piercing screams came from a distance.
Even though she couldn't see, Bai Youwei could imagine a woman being tied to a pillar, enduring the burning fire alive.
The little girl in front of her continued to play with a ball, her face innocent and naive, as if the person about to be burned to death was someone insignificant.
Despite the strange feelings in her heart, Bai Youwei continued to ask her, "Why do you say, we are all Werewolfs? Do we turn into Werewolfs at night too?"
The girl remained silent, looking down and hitting the ball, seemingly not hearing Bai Youwei's voice.
After asking a few more questions and still receiving no reply,
Shen Mo said, "It seems she won't provide any more clues, let's go ask the village chief."
Bai Youwei pursed her lips, nodded, and left with Shen Mo.
