Ran Ya's body was much lighter than Qian Cangyi had anticipated; he had carried her before and knew perfectly well that her body could not possibly be this light. However, the situation was too urgent now for him to ponder it carefully.
Running back along the bloody footprints, soon Qian Cangyi arrived once more at the place where countless elderly were bound. At this moment, the fear effect created by Gaze had ended.
The piercing screams stopped abruptly, and the surrounding elderly appeared to come to life, their bodies slowly rotating to look in the direction where Qian Cangyi and Ran Ya stood.
"What... what happened to me?" Ran Ya touched her forehead with her left hand, her expression one of confusion, having no idea why she was here nor what had just happened. Then she raised her head to look at Qian Cangyi's silhouette and asked:
"Who are you? Why are you holding my hand?"
As she spoke, she tried to break free.
