Chapter 373: Hope is still there

Lightning and thunder. The rain kept pouring down. The beggar whose eyes were poked out by Ned Scurr fell in front of the door of the dilapidated temple, wailing, but no one came to check. It was unclear whether the heavy rain blocked everything or this place had been forgotten. Ned Scurr, who also looked very embarrassed, let the rain wash the muddy fruit clean, and walked towards the dilapidated temple while eating, without looking at the wailing beggar. This guy never has sympathy or mercy...