Chapter 368: Foolish Humans
Selina turned around abruptly, only to see a figure hovering in the air not far behind her, right above the fissure in the ground.
Short and small, thin and frail, with a head of curly long hair—it was unmistakably a little boy. And this little boy was baring his teeth in a smile at her.
Selina froze, her breath caught in her chest, the scream suppressed in her throat.
"Don't panic," the little boy said soothingly with a smile, waving his hand at Selina. "It wouldn't be good if you made a noise and alerted the people above."
Her teeth chattered a few times. Drawing on all the courage from her years as a mercenary facing life and death, Selina managed to ask, "You... who are you?"
At this moment, looking at the little boy, Selina wasn't just afraid.
She was... terrified!
The kind of bone-chilling terror a frog feels when eyed by a giant serpent.
Like a frail hatchling perched on the edge of a wolf's jaws.
