"All those who resisted have died, even Grandma Mu's son couldn't escape the misfortune."
"Sigh....."
Upon hearing about Grandma Mu, Mu Fan's heart clenched, and he quickened his pace towards the valley ahead.
*
"Ding, ding, ding."
In the valley, there was a wooden house with wide-open doors and windows, and inside, a white-haired old woman sat, facing away from the window.
The old woman gently waved her skull staff, and the copper bells hanging below the skull produced a crisp and pleasant sound.
Mu Fan treaded lightly, trying not to make a sound as he approached the wooden house.
"Child, come in."
The old woman seemed to have eyes behind her head. She waved her staff and softly called out to him.
"Grandma, did you know I would come?"
Mu Fan's breath paused for a moment, and his feet unconsciously moved forward.
"Grandma knew."
With a kind and gentle expression, the old woman reassured him: "You don't need to be afraid, come in and speak with Grandma."
"Yes."
