Night, in the countryside among the mountains.
Xue Yuantong's small face was almost pressed against the window when suddenly a woman with disheveled hair burst from the darkness, rapidly enlarging in her field of vision, like a scene from a horror movie becoming reality.
Xue Yuantong stepped back in panic and turned to Jiang Ning for help.
Through the window, separated by iron bars, a face with distorted features appeared; she beat furiously against the bars, making a series of loud noises, filled with a desire to survive.
Jiang Ning flicked his fingers, silencing the commotion in the area.
He patted Xue Yuantong on the head to calm her frightened emotions, while the woman at the window continued to beat against it frantically.
Xue Yuantong's heart was a mix of emotions: fear, confusion, and doubt.
After she managed to calm down, she asked, "Jiang Ning, is she a madwoman?"
Jiang Ning cast his Divine Sense into the room, discovering two iron chains covered with grime. He said,
