The two guards who were watching the little boy in the living room saw Bowen bring Lu Ning and the others in and they quickly bowed.

"Sir! You've arrived!"

Bowen nodded: "Let the Mist Bureau handle the rest. You can leave now."

The sheriff nodded and they all left without saying a word.

Lu Ning said calmly, "You may begin."

The three people beside Amisha nodded.

After discussing it, the three decided to let the most approachable Amisha go over and talk to the little boy.

The other two went to check out the other rooms.

Amisha walked to the sofa, squatted down in front of the little boy, and said with a gentle smile, "Hello, little friend, I'm here to help you."

Even after Lu Ning and the others came in, the little boy was still wailing. But when he heard Amisha's words, he stopped crying and looked at Amisha while sobbing.

"Auntie, can you take me home?"

Aunt……

Amisha's smile froze for a moment, then she forced a smile and said, "Of course, little friend, where do you live?"

The little boy shook his head: "I don't remember. I only remember being kidnapped by two human traffickers and brought here! They wanted me to recognize them as my parents! I don't want that! I want my own parents!"

As the little boy spoke, his voice was sometimes low and sometimes sharp, and his expression kept changing and contorting, making him look somewhat hysterical.

Finally, the little boy's expression turned to one of deep-seated hatred as he stared intently at Amisha, his face contorted with rage, and he cried out, "They're not my mom and dad! I want my mom and dad!"

The little boy screamed in a shrill voice.

Amisha's pupils trembled slightly as she looked at the little boy's somewhat ferocious gaze.

Even though she had joined the Mist Bureau's action team, this was Amisha's first mission, and she had never seen such a negative look in someone's eyes before.

She took a deep breath, calmed herself, and said in a gentle voice, "Okay, okay! I'll help you, I'll help you!"

Upon hearing this, the little boy's ferocious expression vanished instantly, as if it had never existed.

He smiled broadly and said, "Really, Auntie?!"

Amisha nodded: "Then can you tell your sister what your parents look like? That way we can help you find them."

The little boy paused for a moment, then said with some confusion, "I...I can't see what they look like."

Amisha was taken aback, somewhat puzzled: "Can't see? What can't you see?"

The little boy blinked and then said, "In my dream, my mom and dad were covered in a silvery mist, and I couldn't see their faces clearly."

"In a dream...?"

The little boy, oblivious to Amisha's slightly surprised expression, nodded and said, "Yes! Mom and Dad said in my dream that they miss me and want me to come home! I want to go home! I want to go home!"

As he spoke, the little boy's expression turned ferocious again, and he let out a sharp roar.

Amisha quickly reassured him again, "Don't worry, little one! I'll definitely take you home!"

The little boy was breathing heavily with anger. He looked at Amisha, his dark eyes filled with expectation.

However, Amisa seemed to vaguely see a trace of silver mist within those black eyes.

Amisha blinked, and then noticed that the silver mist had disappeared.

She smiled and said, "Of course you can. If you can't see your parents' faces clearly, can you recall any distinctive features of them? What aspects of them are particularly memorable to you?"

The little boy had his head down, seemingly deep in thought.

After a few breaths, he seemed to remember something. He looked up at Amisha and said with a bright smile, "I remember now! My mother has several legs!"

Amisha was taken aback, then couldn't help but laugh, "How is that possible? How can a person have several legs?"

Seeing that Amisha didn't believe him, the little boy became anxious and quickly wriggled his body to say, "It's true! My mom has many legs! Just like a spider!"

Amisha looked at the little boy with some doubt: "But...humans aren't spiders, are they? How could a human child be a spider?!"

The little boy seemed stunned as well.

He looked at himself, somewhat confused: "Huh? Aren't I a spider?"

As he spoke, the little boy's skin seemed to begin to twitch.

Amisha saw a fine silver mist swirling in the little boy's eyes, gradually spreading outwards.

Just then, a figure appeared in front of the little boy and placed his hand on the boy's chest.

Amisa looked up and realized it was Lu Ning.

Lu Ning pulled, as if tearing something out of the little boy's chest.

The next moment, Lu Ning pulled out a cloud of white mist.

Above the white mist, strands of silver spider silk flowed and spread through the air. After spreading for about a meter, the silk suddenly disappeared.

As the spider silk was pulled out, the little boy's previously writhing skin returned to its original state.

He looked pained, screamed, and then fainted.

Lu Ning glanced at the unconscious little boy and silently pressed the white mist against his chest.

As soon as the white mist entered Lu Ning's body, it was devoured by the source of contamination from the Yellow Springs Hand and the White Jade Arrow, which were not yet fully tempered.

Amisha's eyes still held a look of horror. She swallowed hard and said somewhat uneasily, "Brother Lu, did I...did I mess up?"

If Lu Ning hadn't intervened, the little boy would probably have already become ill.

Amisa glanced at the unconscious little boy, a hint of guilt flashing in her eyes.

Lu Ning glanced at Amisha, shook his head and said, "It's not your fault. He was already contaminated, so it was only a matter of time before he became infected."

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