Li Zhiyuan lifted his head, and Run Sheng immediately turned away, daring not to meet his gaze.
"Let's go, Brother Runsheng, let's go home."
"Okay."
On the small road through the fields late at night, Run Sheng, carrying Li Sanjiang, walked ahead, followed by a boy.
The boy squinted and lowered his head, his hands gently clenched as he walked.
Li Zhiyuan was very angry right now.
Because he once again felt this sense of powerlessness.
Previously, he had wondered if the frequency with which he encountered such events was a bit too high.
But then, looking at Grandmaster, even drinking wine could involve a couple of unclean things.
He felt that his frequency was still normal.
Moreover, although there have been quite a few deaths in these incidents, in the eyes of ordinary people, those people died from accidents or diseases.
Indeed, it's difficult for an ordinary person to encounter or hear about such things; but if it were various accidents, it suddenly becomes very common.
