You can trust Liang Ping.
Ran Ya silently repeated this sentence in her heart.
She lifted her head to look at the place where Granny Chen disappeared, the black fog had dissipated, and the alley had returned to its original appearance – deserted and somewhat mysterious.
Then, Qian Cangyi's face emerged in her mind, followed by her grandfather's face intruding into her thoughts, a kind and benevolent visage. But the next second, the kind face began to change, turning sinister, sickly, gradually resembling madness, no longer human-like.
Suddenly, her whole body tensed up as she recalled the dangerous situation she was currently in. Then, taking a deep breath, she tried to calm her emotions.
When her hands stopped trembling, she slowly peeked out again to observe Old Wang's situation.
On the street in front of Fan Yuantang's house, Old Wang was still doing the same actions as before, pacing back and forth like he was patrolling, and did not hide back in the shadows.
