There were more than a dozen children, both boys and girls, of all different ages.
Some seemed to be only one or two years old, unable to even speak clearly, while others were three, four, five, or six.
Little Tang Mo, using the faint light, looked at the dozen or so young faces before him and was stunned.
Some of these children wore bright, clean clothes and shoes, while others were in patched, filthy garments.
Most of them were awake, and the only thing they were doing was crying.
Watching the children wailing "WAH, WAH" one after another, Little Tang Mo, the oldest among them, felt his eardrums taking a beating. It was giving him a massive headache.
He was almost certain of it: these were all children who had been abducted, just like him!
"Momo, Momo... WAHHH..."
Little Tongtong had been tossed to the outer edge of the group. When she saw Little Tang Mo sit up, a look of joyful surprise lit up her eyes, and she immediately started crawling toward him.
