He didn't know how he saw it all. He only knew that after a while, several masked monks in black came out, picked out some children from each small dark room and took them away. The one who ate the roast chicken and several people who were defeated by the little boy who ate the roast chicken all followed him.
Hao'er watched from behind as those people took the children away. He took a deep breath and glanced ahead with cold eyes. When he was about to follow the others back to the small dark room, he heard a voice.
"Wait a moment."
The man who was standing next to the column spoke, his eyes swept across the people around him and landed on Hao'er. He pointed and said, "You, come out."
Everyone's eyes immediately turned to where his finger was pointing. In the dim light, he was a not very noticeable child. However, unlike the others, he had a calmness that other children of the same age did not have.
So sharp!
Hao'er's heart sank. He knew that it must be his anger and gaze that caught his attention. He suppressed his fluctuating emotions and walked to the front under everyone's gaze.
A monk quickly rushed forward and opened the iron gate of that area.
Seeing this, Haoer walked out and approached the man step by step.
The man put his hands behind his back and walked slowly around Hao'er, looking at him carefully. The more he looked, the more surprised he became. He glanced at the calm and expressionless child, then looked at the black-robed monk beside him and asked, "Is he new here?"
“Yes, ah…” the monk responded respectfully, but who would have thought that as soon as he finished speaking, a wind blade flew over and directly cut off one of his arms.
The arm flew out and blood splattered all over the ground. However, the man in black quickly stopped making any sound after he screamed out of instinct and knelt down trembling.
"Do you know why I cut off one of your hands?" The man said coldly with his hands behind his back. His bloodthirsty eyes fell on the black-robed monk kneeling on the ground, but he was paying attention to Hao'er's expression out of the corner of his eye.
“I, I don’t know…” He said with a trembling voice, and he really didn’t know where he had done wrong.
"Don't know? I won't tell you then." He said coldly, "Look up at this child. Does he have any panic or fear? Does he look like an ordinary child?"
Hearing this, the black-robed monk looked up and saw that the child was looking at him calmly and coldly. He didn't even frown when he saw that his hand was broken. At this moment, his heart sank and he finally realized what mistake he had made.
"Get out!" the man said, without even looking at him.
"Yes." The man in black with a broken arm endured the pain, picked up his broken arm, and staggered back.
"Which family are you from?" He then turned around and looked at Hao'er.
Haoer pursed his lips and said nothing.
"Haha, you don't want to tell me? Don't you want to go home? Tell me, and I can ask someone to send you back." He coaxed with a low laugh.
Hearing this, Haoer frowned and said, "Do you think I'm that stupid?" After entering this place and seeing what they were doing, he was asked to leave? How could it be possible