"Xiaoyu, stop talking." Old Yang reprimanded, then turned his gaze to the evil spirit, "My granddaughter is still young and doesn't understand things. Please don't blame her. I apologize on her behalf. Whatever you want, I can give it to you, as long as you're willing to spare us." The nearly 100-year-old man knelt directly in front of the evil spirit and begged.
"Heh, is what I want something you can give me?" The evil spirit sneered and pulled out a dagger from his waist, directly piercing Old Yang's hand and pinning it to the ground.
"Ah—" The scream echoed throughout the Yang Residence.
"Scream all you want, no matter how loud you call out, no one will hear you. In this courtyard, apart from you two, there isn't a single breathing creature left."
"What exactly do you want?" Yang Xiaoyu was now somewhat scared, but outwardly she still maintained a façade of indifference.
"What do I want? I made it very clear when I came in." The evil spirit spoke casually.
