Cold, empty, and dark.
Splat.
About ten seconds after Fang Yu had left, a bloody hand emerged from the ground and slapped onto the wine table.
The supposedly dead Granny Zhang, whose belly was already cut open, had a crazed expression, wore a mocking smile, trembled as she painstakingly crawled up from the ground, and sat back in her seat.
"Ignorant people, in the end..."
"Are you referring to me as ignorant?"
Granny Zhang's expression suddenly froze.
She seemed to have heard an unbelievable voice, startled, and slowly turned her head.
She saw the young man, who should have left just now, now standing calmly behind her, watching her as if he had never left.
Gulp.
Granny Zhang swallowed her saliva, forcing a few words out of her throat with difficulty.
"You... didn't leave?"
Fang Yu remained silent, and under Granny Zhang's intense gaze, he walked to the seat beside her and sat down, then reached out and pointed at her ring.
"Your ring is quite special."
Granny Zhang:...
