"What on earth is going on here?"
Watching the servant leave, the minister sighed deeply.
It's not good for someone to come and investigate the missing children, yet he himself doesn't send anyone to check. Are those children destined to disappear?
How did our Ghost Clan end up with such a Ghost Emperor? Are the lives of the people truly insignificant to him?
"They are not even as good as Master Ming, simply... Uh, I shouldn't say, I shouldn't say."
He raised his hand to cover his mouth, no longer daring to speak, but he sighed again before turning to leave.
This time, with the help of the two masters from Wuzhu Teahouse, he believed they would certainly catch the person stealing the children. They must catch him!
...
Two more days passed.
There was still no sign of the pregnant woman's belly, yet the scent of the child-death flower in the courtyard had become quite noticeable.
"Zimo, I have a headache."
