Even though they hadn't awakened to spiritual wisdom, Han Xian and Han Kexin set their sights on Qin Ruan.
They tried to get closer to Qin Ruan, but no matter what they did, they couldn't cross the bed.
Due to this, Han Xian's face pale white face began to contort, her body quickly separated from top to bottom, leaving behind her lower half severed at the waist.
Her severed upper body fell onto the floor, with her intestines falling out from her stomach, the fresh red blood smeared all over the ground, her height almost even with the bed in front of her.
Han Xian reached for the edge of the bed, trying to crawl up, but no matter what she tried, she couldn't succeed.
Han Kexin, who was floating next to her, had something flickering in her dull eyes.
She lowered her head rigidly, looking at her mother who was struggling over and over again at the edge of the bed, then lifted her gaze, staring at Qin Ruan, who was deep asleep on the bed.
