Ling Feng, who was at the center of attention of three strange individuals, felt no panic at all, nor did he have a hint of fear on his face, and still wore a playful smile.
"Really? I don't think this old man is mad; he seems pretty normal. Look, he's still waving at me," Ling Feng said to the old woman.
After a slight pause, the old woman lowered her head and continued washing clothes: "Perhaps you are starting to go mad, but that's fine. Eventually we'll all be the same, and then it won't matter whether we're mad or not."
After the old woman lowered her head, neither the child nor the old man continued to look at Ling Feng; one resumed playing with mud, while the other continued reaching under the bridge.
The old man's body had already stretched several meters. His lower body was still on the bridge, while his upper body had already reached into the bridge hole, his body as agile as a python.
Ling Feng gradually withdrew to stand next to Ling Yao and Song Ruozhao.
