Hearing what the short-bearded man said, the old man suddenly opened his sharp eyes, and there was obvious displeasure on his dry old face.
"Why are there fewer and fewer people?!" The old man's voice was hoarse and sinister, making people's hair stand on end.
The short-bearded man opened the suitcase and replied, "The news about kidnappings have been rampant recently. Those people don't dare to be too blatant."
The old man snorted coldly when he heard that. "Trash!"
The short-bearded man lowered his head and didn't dare to speak again.
"We need 81 boys and girls. There are only ten more to go. After this, the ancient life-prolonging method will be completed. By then, you'll definitely benefit from it."
The old man glanced at the short-bearded man and said meaningfully.
The short-bearded man was delighted and promised excitedly, "Thank you, Master. Don't worry, Master. I'll definitely find you the last ten boys and girls."
