After speaking, he turned around and walked to the fire, calmly joining the group of men in eating roasted meat.
Then, Old Ni was seen clutching his stomach, kneeling on the ground, curled up in a ball. At this moment, a little girl about five or six years old, covered in dirt and wearing tattered clothes, stumbled over, her face full of tears as she knelt beside the middle-aged man, raspily saying, "Dad!"
"Don't cry! Don't cry! Dad's okay!" The dusty-faced man tried hard to suppress the pain, trembling as he stroked the little girl's head, his face determined.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Chen sighed softly. Chengyu suddenly stood up, but Zhang Chen reached out to stop him: "Don't intervene, I naturally have a way to deal with him."
A drop of blood seeped out from under Zhang Chen's foot and disappeared, then directly invaded the body of the man who was feeding meat to the dog.
