Chapter 1878 - A Call in the Middle of the Night (III) (1/2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Shen Zhilie’s heart skipped a beat, and he bellowed, “Grandma!”

But there seemed to be no end to the abyss in front of him; Shen Zhilie couldn’t even hear the sound of anything landing.

“Old Shen? Old Shen?”

He seemed to hear Ye Qianqian’s voice vaguely in the distance. Shen Zhilie turned around swiftly and caught sight of Ye Qianqian.

Ye Qianqian was standing by the cliff, and she was holding a young child’s hand. When Ye Qianqian saw Shen Zhilie, she smiled at him.

Shen Zhilie bent his head down and shifted his gaze subconsciously toward the child by Ye Qianqian’s side. The child was wearing a cute outfit of plaid suspenders over a white shirt, and his hair was cut in the shape of an inverted bowl. He was short and cuddly and looked very cute, but Shen Zhilie couldn’t see his face. It was as if his face were covered by a layer of mist and bright light, which easily obscured Shen Zhilie’s vision.

“Old Shen, it’s time to go home to cook! I haven’t eaten yet.” It was Ye Qianqian’s voice.

Shen Zhilie didn’t know what to think. He looked at Ye Qianqian and replied, “There’s no more rice at home.”

With her hand still holding the little child’s, Ye Qianqian’s expression changed. She suddenly turned around in a huff and pulled the child over before pushing him over the cliff.

Shen Zhilie was horrified and rushed forward as he yelled, “Ye Qianqian! What are you doing?”

Ye Qianqian didn’t speak. She turned to face Shen Zhilie and balled her hands into fists. Shen Zhilie suddenly felt something tighten around his ankle, as if someone were dragging him down. He lowered his eyes, only to see a whitish-green hand that was weathered with age.

Shen Zhilie was caught off guard, and before he knew it, was dragged down. Reeling from the shock, Shen Zhilie immediately opened his eyes. When he regained his senses, he found that his whole body was covered in perspiration.

“You had a nightmare?” It was Ye Qianqian’s voice.

Shen Zhilie hadn’t fully recovered from the shock yet, and suddenly spun his head around. Ye Qianqian was looking at him in fright. Her eyes widened, and she looked uncertain.