Tang Qing grabbed his hand, gestured downward, and quickly formed a spell that was fiercely cast onto the ground.
Immediately, the desolate, decrepit ground shook with a roar, and the wind scattered scrap paper and trash, revealing a circular golden light array on the ground.
It formed the shape of a deep pit, and the golden light flowed, reflecting all manner of eerie images beneath the surface.
A few people drooped their heads, dragging their feet, slowly bowing their heads as they moved forward, circling slowly around the light circle, as if drawn by some mysterious force, looking forever unable to find a way out.
One of them sensed the emotions above, raised their head, and opened their bewildered eyes. Under the golden light, their features were particularly clear.
Xu Leisong and Liu Xianglei exclaimed simultaneously:
"Uncle."
"Dad."
