But except for a damp trace at the base of the sorghum, the rest of the land was still dry and cracked.
Being held by his father, swaying like a cradle, Xiaomi felt sleepy again.
As the couple talked and walked toward the village, suddenly, they both fell silent.
Xiaomi immediately sensed something was wrong. Just as he lifted his head, he heard a voice coming from the side.
"Brother, let me ask, have you seen a little boy recently, about this tall, around four or five years old?"
Xiaomi's spirit jolted; they're looking for the little brother!
Only then did he see clearly: five men, dressed in strong outfits, knives at their waists, exuding a fierce aura.
Just at this moment, they were by the pond, where little water was left, but the muddy water had settled, leaving clear water on top.
The men were drawing water from the pond, each carrying several water bags, all bulging, likely just filled.
