C97 Mo dao's life and death

"The little Taoist, the child is in this room." The woman brought me into a room. The moment I entered, I saw an eight or nine-year-old boy sitting on the brick bed with his hands covering his ears as he dozed off.

"Fu, quickly tell this elder brother what you heard and where that voice came from." the woman asked the boy.

After the little boy heard what the woman said, he first looked at me