The offering table covered with a piece of cloth moved slightly at this moment. Tian Sangsang's heart constricted, and she clasped the flashlight in front of her chest with both hands and said, "Lord Guan above—no, all heavenly kings above. This humble woman, Tian Sangsang, is here to find her son. I mean no disrespect to you; please bless me to find my son. Forgive me, forgive me!"
At some point, that... thing was by her feet, its head raised toward the offering table. Had this thing become sentient?
"Yanyan?" Tian Sangsang's eyes were fixed firmly under the table. She didn't hear a response, but the movements of the table grew larger.
She dashed forward and yanked the dark red tablecloth off with one swift motion. As dust scattered, she quickly covered her nose and mouth, but her eyes widened slowly. Wasn't the person under the table her son?
