Outside, it was pitch-dark, yet it didn't affect Su Li's night vision at all.
She stepped out, turned right, and headed straight for Hei Yatou's house.
Hei Yatou's family was considered one of the impoverished households in Niu Tian Village. It was just a widow and her three children, an extremely difficult existence.
Their house was also dilapidated.
Su Li stood at Hei Yatou's house where the door was missing a large piece, peering inside through the gap with her excellent eyesight.
Inside, there were just two simple thatched huts, one where Hei Yatou's mother slept, and the other for the three children.
The rotten wooden door didn't make a sound under Su Li's palm as she gently pushed it open.
Like a ghost, Su Li stood at the head of Hei Yatou's bed.
The three children were sleeping soundly, each sprawled out in a starfish position. The heat made beads of sweat form on their foreheads, and now and then they would turn restlessly, but even so, they didn't wake.
