Seeing that Yellow Talisman and pen, the inexplicable terror in Luo Yirui's heart diminished somewhat. It was like a glimmer of dawn in the darkness. Even if he didn't know how to make talismans, it filled him with great hope.
Luo Yirui thought that he had to try no matter what; without trying, he was definitely doomed to die, but trying might still give him a sliver of hope.
Looking around, Luo Yirui, even if he didn't understand what these doctors in white coats had done to those children, knew their fate, especially after hearing that they were going to be tied to the cross. He feared something terrible was about to happen.
Luo Yirui glanced at the basin of blood on the ground, and the child who chatted with him that day, a year older than him and claiming to want to escape, involuntarily appeared in his mind.
Luo Yirui closed his eyes, not daring to think any further.
