But when Hu Chenshi turned his gaze towards Xu Qingmeng,
he made an alarming discovery—a black heart pulsating above her head, ceaselessly beating, entwined with countless black threads wrapping around Xu Qingmeng's body, penetrating her skin and invading her internal organs.
From Hu Chenshi's perspective at that moment, Xu Qingmeng looked anything but human—she was the spitting image of a monster!
"Old Hu, what do you see?" Xu Zhihao asked Hu Chenshi with a nervous expression.
As the Patriarch of Xu Family for many years, reading people was unquestionably his most basic skill. Seeing the dreadful expression on Hu Chenshi's face, it wasn't hard to deduce that something unpleasant had indeed afflicted Xu Qingmeng.
Pale-faced, Hu Chenshi removed the yellow talisman from his forehead and handed it to Xu Zhihao, saying, "Old Xu, you should look at your daughter's condition yourself."
