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I remember Mu Yan saying that if I ever needed her, I should call her name loudly.
In this moment of life and death, I couldn't think of any way out, nor did I have anyone to help me. As I watched Mao Shiba and Zhou Zhen lying on the ground, their faces pale, the only figure that flashed through my mind was Mu Yan.
My voice was small, barely coherent.
Just as I tried to call out again, it seemed impossible; my body was being gradually lifted, and the feeling of suffocation and dizziness intensified.
Before the mysterious Ghost King, any struggle I could muster felt utterly futile.
"Get your filthy hands off me."
Suddenly, just as I felt myself unable to breathe and was about to close my eyes, a cold snort echoed in the air. I saw a familiar figure.
Mu Yan appeared before me like a strange breeze.
Without Zhou Zhen's Manticore Scale, even though Zhou Zhen lay beside me, she appeared before me without hesitation, striking down the pale, withered hand of the Mysterious Ghost King.
The sudden interruption enraged the Mysterious Ghost King. A chilling Ghostly Energy surged from him.
The temperature in the room dropped dramatically with his fury, becoming eerily cold.
Mu Yan showed no signs of backing down. Seeing my distress and pale face, she was ready to fight.
The Mysterious Ghost King scoffed, "You dare to challenge me without even reaching the level of a Ghost Commander? Today, I'll devour you whole."
Clearly, the Mysterious Ghost King did not take Mu Yan seriously at all.
I was casually tossed aside by Mu Yan and fell to the ground next to Zhou Zhen, still gasping for breath.
Yet seeing Mu Yan actually appear filled me with a sense of relief. However, upon hearing the Mysterious Ghost King's words, I couldn't help but worry for her.
Although I couldn't be of much help, I found myself inexplicably shouting, "Mu Yan, be careful!"
At that moment, Mu Yan was already engaged in a fierce battle with the Mysterious Ghost King. Hearing my shout, she turned her head and shot me a glance, saying, "Don't worry, darling. Our baby won't let anyone bully me."
Darling.
That term made me instinctively shrink my neck.
Even though I wasn't as afraid of her anymore, having a ghost like her as a wife still made me feel somewhat uncomfortable.
What sent chills down my spine was her last comment—our baby.
Baby? It hadn't been long at all; how could there already be a baby?
I didn't even dare to think about it.
But what happened next left me utterly shocked, my mouth agape as if I could fit an egg inside.
Even Zhou Zhen and Mao Shiba were wide-eyed, their faces filled with horror.
"Wow, your partner is something else," Mao Shiba said as he moved closer to me, his eyes glued to the scene unfolding before us.
At that moment, my mind was blank. I stood there dumbfounded, feeling both incredulous and a twinge of fear.
There was no denying that Mu Yan couldn't defeat the Mysterious Ghost King. Even in her terrifying and grotesque form, she was still no match for him.
However, just then, she let out an eerie laugh. To my astonishment, a pair of delicate white hands suddenly tore through her abdomen and reached outside.
But what was strange was that the torn wound did not appear to be gushing with blood.
Oh, I forgot that Mu Yan was a ghost, not a human.
That little hand looked very tender and chubby, reaching out from Mu Yan's belly and transforming into a ghostly claw aimed at the Mysterious Ghost King.
At first, the Mysterious Ghost King seemed indifferent, merely furrowing his brow slightly.
However, in an instant, he was taken aback, retreating in shock and exclaiming, "Why does this aura feel somewhat familiar?"
Suddenly, it seemed that the Mysterious Ghost King realized something. His gaze shifted to the little hand protruding from Mu Yan's belly, and his expression changed drastically, even showing signs of fear.
What was even more puzzling was that he said nothing and transformed into a cloud of black mist, fleeing in panic.
Indeed, the Mysterious Ghost King had inexplicably run away like that.
I stared blankly at the spot where the Mysterious Ghost King had vanished, unable to comprehend the meaning of his earlier words.
Suddenly, Mu Yan appeared beside me and called out "Husband."
Her personality was somewhat cold; even when she called me husband, it lacked the sweetness others might convey. It always felt a bit stiff.
At that moment, her tender little hands had already retracted back into her belly. I looked closely and found there wasn't a single wound.
Dumbfounded, I pointed at her belly and asked, "Was that our son's hand just now?"
"Hmph."
Who would have thought that my question would cause Mu Yan's expression to turn icy? She coldly snorted and said, "What? Are you biased against girls?"
I can't believe this.
This protective little one is truly leaving me speechless.
I was just wondering if the sudden panic of the Mysterious Ghost King was related to the chubby little hands that just emerged from Mu Yan's belly.
So I had to confirm whether those little hands belonged to the child she was carrying, and I quickly shook my head, explaining everything again.
Only then did Mu Yan's expression improve a bit. She nodded and said, "It's our child, but right now I don't know if it's a son or a daughter. This little Fellow is quite mischievous, always hiding from me so I can't sense it."
"He can hide from you already?"
Although I had no idea how Mu Yan sensed things, I was genuinely astonished. It hadn't been long at all, and not only had the child inside her already taken shape, but it also seemed quite intelligent, able to evade Mu Yan's perception. It appeared to be powerful enough to make even the Ghost King flee in panic.
"Do you know why that Ghost King suddenly ran away?" I asked Mu Yan.
She nodded, gently stroking her belly with a look of affection and said, "He's afraid of our baby."
I couldn't help but roll my eyes; that statement was as good as saying nothing at all.
Suddenly, I furrowed my brow as I remembered Mao Shiba. From what he had said earlier, it seemed he definitely knew something.
Noticing my gaze, Mao Shiba wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and glanced at Mu Yan before giving me a thumbs up and saying, "Nice."
"I was asking you about that ghost and our baby," I retorted irritably. Originally, I intended to point at Mu Yan's belly and mention the Demon Fetus, but when I saw Mu Yan's gaze turn towards me, I quickly changed it to 'our baby.'
I even deliberately made my tone sound incredibly affectionate; after all, I couldn't afford to offend this mother and child duo.
"You mean the child in her belly?"
Mao Shiba stood up, looking as if nothing had happened after just being beaten by the Mysterious Ghost King. He resumed his carefree demeanor and said, "Do you remember what that ghost king said?"
I nodded. "He mentioned something about a familiar aura."
"That's not it," Mao Shiba shook his head. "I mean the Demon King's Cauldron."
"Demon King's Cauldron..."
"Oh, I remember now. He said that my body doesn't contain an ordinary Demon King's Cauldron." His reminder triggered my memory.
"Right, from what we know so far, it definitely isn't an ordinary Demon King's Cauldron," Mao Shiba affirmed firmly.
"Eighteen, could you have misjudged it?" Zhou Zhen asked curiously at that moment. However, he looked worse off than Mao Shiba, his face still a bit pale.
I quickly helped him up, and Mao Shiba shook his head again. "No, I didn't misjudge it."
"What does that mean?"
Zhou Zhen and I asked in unison, feeling completely bewildered by the Mysterious Ghost King and Mao Shiba.
Mao Shiba explained, "It's simple. The Demon King's Cauldron is real; however, there are two types of Demon King's Cauldrons. One is the regular Demon King's Cauldron, while the other can be referred to as the Demon Emperor Cauldron."
"Demon Emperor Cauldron..."
The moment those three words left Mao Shiba's mouth, I felt as if I had been struck by lightning, standing frozen in place.
"Yes."
Mao Shiba continued, "The Demon Emperor Cauldron means the same thing; it indicates that the energy within you is not left by the Demon King. It might have originated from the Demon Emperor, but such things as the Demon Emperor Cauldron are rare, so most people generally refer to them as the Demon King's Cauldron."
Upon hearing this, I was still in deep shock.
The Demon King was already terrifying to this extent; what kind of existence was the Demon Emperor? I couldn't even begin to imagine.
But what left me speechless was why such a terrifying being would set its sights on me. It seemed like a one-in-a-million occurrence, yet it had fallen upon me.
At that moment, Zhou Zhen furrowed his brow and asked, "Eighteen, what does this have to do with the Demon Fetus?"
Mao Shiba's gaze fell on Mu Yan, and he said firmly, "Of course it is related."
Hearing this, I frowned slightly and focused my attention on Mao Shiba.
A glimmer of light flashed in his eyes as he said, "Because of her identity."
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