Chapter 698: Our Photo

Everything changed too quickly, and neither Han Fei nor the old woman were prepared, when the room was plunged into complete darkness.

They held their breath, staring at the still-rolling head in front of the bedroom door.

"The child's mother, I think I found..." When Han Fei turned his head back, the old lady had already knelt on the ground, her hands clasped in prayer, bowing towards the bedroom, mumbling words of pleading, hoping that whatever was on her grandson could leave.

Enveloped by an ominous wind, along with the old woman's incessant prayers, the room seemed to possess a magical power wanting to drag everything into an unknown darkness.

Talisman papers on the door fell to the ground, and the ever-shaking door suddenly returned to normal.

The metal door handle slowly turned downward, and the door, covered in talismans, was opened.