After finishing his words, An Yu gestured towards the darkness, and instantly, a black-clad figure emerged from the shadows, standing behind him like a deity.
Xinghua was startled and took two steps back, realizing clearly that she had likely been deceived.
"I... I was wrong. I swear, I won't tell anyone. Will you forgive me? I won't speak carelessly anymore," Xinghua cried.
"As I've always said, in this world, only the dead can truly keep secrets."
After An Yu finished saying this, the black-clad figure behind him suddenly sprang into action, and in a brief moment, Xinghua was taken away to an unknown location.
However, An Yu seemed unperturbed, clapped his hands, and returned home.
In the courtyard, Xiaoniu was crouched on the ground, tracing a crack along the yard.
An Yu looked around but did not find any sign of An Ning.
Then, he approached Xiaoniu with playful intent, extending a finger to poke him.
Thud!
