Su Qi quickly arrived near an old residential district.
Everyone in the city was vivid and lifelike, just like a real environment, with even some people dancing in the square. Without the little boy, it would seem just like an ordinary day in city life.
It was excessive to be dancing in the square so early in the morning.
Su Qi had already figured out the little boy's residence and made a leap.
"Thump!"
Su Qi landed on the balcony of the fifth floor, but he did not reach out to open the French window.
The mat-covered housing, the room was full of mottled knife marks, all kinds of curse-related drawings, pieces of paper all over the floor, all written in fresh blood.
[Die!]
[Die!]
[Die!]
Su Qi did not rashly enter.
This was the little boy's home, naturally filled with terrifying and fatal dangers. He could even see blood flowing from the bathroom, surrounded by various animal corpses, still hanging from the beams.
