Inside the building, in a small room isolated on its own.
The offering table was full of household protective talismans.
An elderly woman with silver hair was kneeling in front of the table, muttering prayers.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open.
A questioning voice came from outside, "Aunt Yang, what's your granddaughter's name?"
The old woman stood up from the ground and turned her head to say: "Wang Ke, what's up? Got news about her?"
"Lots of cars came from outside, saying your granddaughter has come to fetch you."
Old woman stood up, her tone a bit suspicious, "Really?"
"Do you think I'm joking about this kind of thing? They're calling from the car convoy, saying they've come to pick you up." The man continued.
The old woman fell to her knees with a thud.
She knelt again in front of the altar, repeatedly bowing her head, "Thank you, great deities, for protecting my granddaughter. Thank all the deities for their protection."
She softly gave her thanks a few more times.
