The Demoness Robbed My Spirit Stones

Looking at the people kneeling by the river, Jiang Hao smiled. Those people were worshiping the river god in gratitude for saving the child. He didn't mind.

It wasn't as though he was afraid to take the credit. He just didn't want to leave a trace. It would be troublesome to do so.

The adults scolded the children for being careless. Jiang Hao turned around and left. It was impossible for parents to keep an eye on their children all the time, especially when they were poor and had to work.

As the sky grew dark, Jiang Hao inexplicably found himself back at his old home. He stood at the doorstep for a while and hesitated. Finally, he lightly knocked on the door.

The old woman, who opened the door, recognized Jiang Hao. But when she wanted to invite him inside, he shook his head. "No, I came to ask for a favor from the two of you."

"Wait a moment." The old woman turned around and shouted, "Honey, come quick!"