One end of the vine wrapped around Chu ke tightly, while the other side was held tightly by song qingxiao and number three. The vine was stretched taut. When the baby's corpse crawled over, song qingxiao plucked the vine as if she was plucking a string on a zither in desperation.
A 'pop' sound came from the rattan, and the baby corpse on the rattan was suddenly bounced up. The face that seemed to be covered with a layer of slippery film collapsed, as if it was frightened, and it cried out loud.
As it opened its mouth, a large mouthful of Yin Qi came out from its throat. The sound was extremely sharp, like an awl that was piercing into people's minds.
