Swatting Flies

Lin Yan wasn't in a hurry to leave. There were more than ten large carriages in the caravan, and they were pulling another kind of creature that was larger.

Apart from most of the carriages that carried people or stockpiled goods, two of them attracted Lin Yan's attention.

One was covered in black cloth, and there were occasional strange sounds coming from inside.

The other was a prison wagon. There were five eight-year-old children in it, including three boys and two girls. Their cheeks were dirty as they clung to the wooden fence of the prison wagon. Their eyes were bright as they looked out curiously.

"They don't seem to be deformed either, do they?"

On the road.

Guo Rong protected Guo Xiaomi and tried his best to maintain his composure. "Move away!"