"Waa! Waa!"
Suddenly, a sound similar to a baby's cry sounded.
A black shadow darted out from behind the stove on Han Zhao's right. It attacked him head-on, and the strong wind formed by Yin energy whistled in his ears.
"No!" Seeing the true qi accumulate in Han Zhao's palm, the middle-aged woman, who was almost translucent, suddenly rushed in.
In the end, he was pushed to the ground by the black shadow.
The black shadow was a baby.
However, he could no longer be called human. His body was pitch-black, and his eyes were dark and terrifying. At this moment, he was biting the middle-aged woman crazily.
"My child…"
"Namo Amitabha…" Han Zhao closed his eyes and chanted the Afterlife Incantation.
When he read it for the ninth time, the beast-like roars in his ears stopped abruptly.
The middle-aged woman who was carrying the 'baby' knelt on the ground. Her mouth kept opening and closing as if she was saying something.
