"Brother Xiao Yuan, Run Sheng, I must be seeing things, otherwise how could I see two people sitting on the platform in front of the Zhou Yong's house."
Tan Wenbin rubbed his eyes forcefully, then continued to look.
The more he looked, the more he hunched over, his whole body gradually shrinking backward, silently placing Run Sheng in front of himself to protect him.
Seemingly feeling it was still insufficient, he attempted to shrink even further behind the boy.
When he lowered his head, he noticed the boy was looking at him.
With a sense of being caught red-handed, Tan Wenbin immediately straightened his chest and began to strut forward with small steps, eventually taking his place back alongside Run Sheng, although his calves were still shaking.
He had a relatively strong tolerance towards things like corpses, after all, his family had taught him, but his family's knowledge was not in metaphysical studies.
