Who is she? What does she want to do? Should I run away?
These three questions flashed through Qian Cangyi's mind in an instant.
Assuming the old lady by the bed is a Ghost, and has unique preferences, such as only eating screaming children, etc.
In this case, running might actually put oneself in more danger.
The chilly feeling gradually approached the right side of his face, as cold as ice, making Qian Cangyi shiver uncontrollably.
His eyes remained closed now, but he knew what the old lady was doing to him at this moment.
"Grandpa?"
As Qian Cangyi spoke, it was like a murmur in a dream, he, still did not open his eyes.
After calling out, he turned over, facing the right side, the direction where the old lady was currently standing.
The cold sensation on his face was no longer intense and gradually returned to normal temperature.
Gone?
