The long string of words made Hima feel a little dizzy.

But I understood the general idea.

She stared intently at Ruqika and asked, "You don't like your brother-in-law?"

There is an old saying in the East: "The tallest tree in the forest will be felled by the wind."

Luqika nodded and said, "The suit-wearing thug is too eye-catching. If he knew how to restrain himself, that would be fine, but judging from his actions, he is not the kind of person who knows how to restrain himself at all. You know, he kicked Thanos into the river. This is a blatant act of turning against America. I suspect that after he returns to the East, the first people who will not forgive him are the Ghostbusters, their own people."

"My brother-in-law and the Marvel superheroes were enemies. Aquaman Arthur wanted to kill him, so he had no choice but to kill Aquaman Arthur. Therefore, he could never be friends with Thanos."

While trying to exonerate Fang Zong, Xi Ma was suddenly startled by the sound of crying in the street.

She pushed aside the vines, and the sunlight outside made her vision go black for a moment. A disheveled woman was carrying a small, frail body, running and crying in the street, followed by many people.

Hima knew that woman, and everyone in the village knew her too.

That woman was a third-grade teacher at the village primary school. Xima usually saw her as a very well-mannered person, so why was she dressed like a shrew today?

She was holding her only son, who was six years old. What illness did her son have?

Hima guessed what was going on and wanted to go help, but Luqika held her back, so she could only lean on the windowsill and anxiously watch from below.

The street below was crowded with people, all with indifferent expressions of detachment. Hima suddenly realized that she was the same. Even if the woman's son died, she would not feel pain, only pity. She hated that she was so realistic at this moment.

Not long after, a dark figure appeared behind Ruqika and spoke softly.

Hima then learned that the woman's son was dead, and in a rather comical way, all because of a basin of wash water. The woman had been about to wash her son's face but forgot to bring a towel, so she went back to get one. When she returned, she found her son's entire head submerged in the basin.

It was very strange, because in the time it took to get a towel, the woman's son drowned in a small basin of water meant for washing his face. Even if he fell, shouldn't he have known to get up? The boy was already six years old and could have easily stood up on his own.

And how could a living person drown in such a short time?

Hima and Ruqika's faces darkened, because the same thing had happened again—the same thing that Sophia had asked Fang Zong to try to resolve.

This is a fear, a fear that could end a person's life at any moment!

Because the woman's son was the thirtieth person to die in ten days!

Luqika said, "It's still that kind of inexplicable death. There aren't many strong people under the Goddess's command. The strongest one is only at the second level of the Technique rank. The fact that he couldn't find any clues means that the other party is far stronger than him. Hima, come with me. Don't stay here. I can't send enough strong people to protect you."

Hima shook her head: "I'll stay with my grandmother."

"I will take your grandmother with me!"

Luqika's voice grew anxious: "I know the suit-wearing thug is capable of fighting against a sixth-level mage, but his behavior is too volatile, I have my doubts..."

"What do you suspect?"

Suddenly someone spoke, interrupting Luqika's voice.

Suddenly, five dark figures appeared in the small room, rushing towards the window one after another, only to be pressed to the ground by a strong gust of wind. The powerful force pressed them down, but did not cause any damage to the fragile floor.