Time stood still, then continued.
Xu Yuan could see the distorted greed in the eyes of the child-like shadow pulling on his clothes' hem, and felt an eerie energy attempting to pierce through the protective layer of his Soul-avoiding Clothes into his body.
Townsmen meet, tears and saliva abound.
With an unchanging expression, Xu Yuan gently bent over and softly patted the child's head, his tone soothing:
"Kid,
"If you don't want to die, you better let go of me."
"..."
As his words sank in,
the boundless space of withered willows shook, and the endless branches moved towards the shadowy child like tentacles.
The twisted little hands of the Yin Child quivered uncontrollably for a moment.
The greed and desire in those tiny sinister eyes instantly cleared up, replaced by dense fear.
"Ah...ah...mom...mom...thud!"
Cowering with low whimpers, instinctively stepping back, the child-like shadow instantly sat down on the ground.
