Inside the pitch-black cellar.
Zhou Yuantong checked her mother's breathing, her face etched with anxiety. After lowering her hand, her eyes revealed an inner struggle.
'Mother was already weak, and now she's plagued by this terrible illness. Without medicine, I'm afraid she won't last much longer.'
'Will Father ever come back?'
A month ago, when the first signs of chaos appeared in the town, she and her mother had hidden in the cellar.
At first, Sixth Master Zhou would come down from time to time to check on the two of them, bringing food, medicine, and stopping for a chat.
As time went on, Sixth Master Zhou came down less and less often.
Moreover, a gloomy, deathly aura had inexplicably started to cling to him. The sanity in his eyes grew fainter, and he began to space out and twitch more and more often.
Sometimes, Zhou Yuantong didn't even dare to look at her own father, fearing he would suddenly go mad.
"This won't do!"
