Wu Ju had a faint smile on his face. He looked up at the skeleton and let the skeleton slap him on the head. As he called "mother" repeatedly, the skeleton gradually slowed down.
Wu Ju looked at the skeleton without flinching. "Mother, I've made you suffer all these years. It's my fault."
Blood flowed out of the corner of Wu Ju's mouth. He put his palms together and slowly chanted the scriptures.
The skeleton kept trembling, as if it was struggling in pain. It roared hoarsely into Wu Ju's ears, "Leave…"
Even though she had been manipulated, she was still using her last bit of willpower to resist.
Hearing the concern in the skeleton's roar, Wu Ju smiled gently. "Mother, don't worry. I'll bear the pain for you."
When Wu Ju called her mother, Huang Xianxian's will to resist the manipulator reached its peak.
This was her child, the child who had already grown up.
