Old Man Chen, after all, could not escape this calamity.
Wang Yunxiao and the others returned to school and slept, and nothing happened.
In the middle of the night, as Old Man Chen was in a daze, he saw a little old man dressed in black, with a pointy face and monkey cheeks, entering his home. He stood on the stove and stared at him, laughing coldly, "You've got some nerve to harm my grandson."
"Who is your grandson?"
Although Old Man Chen was groggy from sleep, he vaguely understood what was going on and hurriedly cried out his innocence, "The eyes of the Immortal Family are clear, look at me, I'm just a snack vendor. How could I possibly harm your grandson?"
"Silence! Still daring to argue? It seems that unless I teach you a lesson, you really won't know that Prince has three eyes!"
The little old man in black did not listen to his explanation and opened his mouth to spray a stream of black smoke towards Old Man Chen, leaving him sprawled on the ground, unable to get up.
