Little Taotie and Xiao Lingzhi held hands, their backs pressed against a wall, with nowhere left to escape.
Just a moment ago, when the boy's grandmother, mother, and all his aunts had been chasing Little Taotie, Little Taotie and Xiao Lingzhi had split up and run.
After finally finding each other again, Little Taotie realized that a group of people were chasing after Xiao Lingzhi and had no choice but to keep running while holding onto her hand.
Now the women had left, and were replaced by the boy's grandfather, father, uncles—the men and several other villagers who loved a commotion.
It was the first time Xiao Lingzhi had encountered such a situation. Her back against the irregular, cold wall, her usually cheerful voice trembled, "What do we do, there's nowhere to run."
Little Taotie pursed her lips tightly, her small body trembling, her eyes clouded over with memories...
This wasn't the first time Little Taotie had experienced such an ordeal.