Not long after she fell asleep, a tall and burly man with a full beard, built like an ox, stepped into the alley with slow strides and an ominous aura, wielding a massive axe.
As he passed by the houses of the white-haired man in black and Meng Qianqian, his bloodshot eyes glanced at both residences.
His heavy breathing carried a chilling undertone, like a Fierce Ghost claiming souls in the night.
"Someone's here…"
He raised the giant axe in his hand and swung it heavily toward the Meng Family's courtyard gate.
Unexpectedly, just as the axe was about to come down, a flying piece of bone blocked its trajectory.
He stared at the bone that had landed on the ground and asked in a deep voice, "Madame Feng?"
A hoarse and aged voice came from the old lady's residence: "No touching this family."
The bearded man was a bit surprised. "Madame Feng, weren't you the one who loves killing the most? Since when did you start protecting people?"
The old lady didn't reply.
