As she stepped out of Du Jing's house, Tang Hanlu couldn't help but glance back. That persistent, perverse murdering demon had a terrifying smile on his face. He was grasping Du Jing's neck with one hand, studying the old woman's face as if appreciating a piece of art.
The deformed children ran out of the house amidst the old woman's shouts, unwilling to leave their companion behind. Even Number 2, who was sitting in a children's wheelchair by the window, was pushed out.
In the darkness, struggling, these ugly children looked like little monsters. Tang Hanlu felt a bit of fear as she looked at those faces. She quickly comforted herself that any normal person would find such deformities repulsive; only monsters would consider them their kind.
