What made song qingxiao's eyes widen was not the change in the Jade, but the hazy figure curled up in the middle of the blood-orange Jade.
She slowly moved her face closer and saw the black gas fade away. The light became brighter, and the hazy shadow inside gradually became clear, showing an old man who had shed his cocoon skin!
He was in the position of a newborn baby, his limbs curled up, as if he was shrinking in his mother's womb. With the input of spiritual power, his body turned slightly, as if waiting for the right time to break out of the Jade slit.
The dim yellow light illuminated the interior of the Jade statue. This scene was like a special instrument that directly entered the woman's womb!
Back then, uncle Xiang had probably seen the child born from the Jade statue of the goddess underwater. From then on, it was as if he had been possessed, and he was determined to be reincarnated and join the clan of the Requiem.
'Plop! Plop! Plop!'
