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I looked at the child and felt an inexplicable pang of sorrow; after all, it was a life. How could anyone bring themselves to harm it?
I didn't know if that woman was responsible, but she had previously cried out for help for her own child, understanding the pain of a mother losing her child. Why then would she turn against someone else's? Had hatred truly replaced everything?
"Master, look! The child seems to still be breathing," the servant said as he laid the child down, inadvertently detecting a pulse in the neck. He reached out to check for breath and found it, then excitedly informed the master.
"Let me see." The concubine approached, reaching out to feel. "Indeed, Master, look! Master?"
She called out to him several times, but he remained unresponsive, his expression one of shock as he stared in a certain direction. I noticed his back trembling slightly and stepped closer, following his gaze. I was taken aback.
In the southeast corner of the bedroom stood a stunning figure clad in bloodstained red garments, her ink-black hair cascading messily over her chest. Half-hidden beneath it were blood-red lips that curled into a chilling smile, intensifying the cold atmosphere.
Yin Hong's eyes were fixed on the master without blinking, and then she extended her hand toward him. At that moment, the master suddenly took a step forward.
He walked over to a nearby table, picked up a fruit knife resting on it, and turned toward the child before crouching down.
The concubine held the child tightly and commanded, "Quickly go find a doctor." She pressed her fingers against the child's injury while covering the wounds with her hands.
However, before she could finish speaking, the master snatched the child away from her and pushed her to the ground. The concubine was bewildered but suddenly opened her eyes wide. I hurried to one side to see what he intended to do.
The master raised the small knife in his hand and aimed it at the child's chest. Pain flickered across the child's face, but he did not open his eyes. The blade plunged down, splattering blood and flesh that blurred everyone's vision and shocked all present.
"Ah—" The concubine screamed, "Master, are you mad? This is your child!"
"Dead or alive, they must die," the master said coldly as he brought down the knife without mercy.
I could see clearly that his expression was blank, his eyes hollow and devoid of life; every movement mirrored that of the ghostly woman.
In that brief moment of distraction, the master had personally killed his own child.
I thought he would stop, but he didn't at all. After the child died, the Master lunged forward with a small knife aimed at the Concubine's neck. The Concubine didn't even have time to react before the second strike came.
"The Master has been possessed by a ghost! Run!"
Instantly, an air of unease filled the room. The servants, sensing the danger, immediately turned and fled.
However, the Master did not pursue them. He continued to stab the woman in front of him again and again. Only the first strike was fatal; the others were merely flesh wounds. The woman wouldn't die immediately, but she would have to endure the pain of her injuries.
At that moment, I didn't think much; I just wanted to use the Qilin Hairpin to stop him. But despite reciting the incantation, it had no effect. Lifting her clothing, I saw that the Qilin Hairpin was clearly imprinted on her left waist, yet it remained unresponsive, like a tattoo.
I didn't understand why this was happening until I heard the crisp sound of the knife hitting the ground, accompanied by the man's terrified screams.
"What have I done? Ah—what have I done? How could I—it's not me, it's not—"
The Master scrambled up in panic and ran into the darkness, while the ghostly woman vanished from sight. I looked at the bloodstains on the floor and couldn't help but frown.
"To kill one's own child is the greatest pain; I want him to experience the agony of losing everything!"
The ghost's vengeful voice floated in my ears, startling me, yet I saw no one.
"But this is wrong! Why are you so obsessed? Why must adult grievances involve children? The child is innocent."
I didn't care whether she could hear me; I just wanted to express what was in my heart.
"Innocent? His child is innocent? Is mine destined to die? If he didn't want my child, why did he provoke me in the first place? Isn't it too late to speak of innocence?" A cold laugh echoed around me, that chilling presence seemed closer this time. "Isn't your family the same?"
Suddenly, Jun Chong's words echoed in my mind: "I do not need children."
My heart felt chaotic and painful. The ghost was right; if he didn't want it, why did he still provoke? Why be so irresponsible? Did a simple refusal end a woman's hope and a life before it even began?
For some reason, as that thought became clearer, my heart ached even more intensely, spreading a sense of unwillingness and… anger.
I stood in the night breeze, gazing at the moonlight above me. "Jun Chong, are you just like this man?"
But no one could answer me.
I walked through the desolate night, unsure of where to go, crouching in a lonely corner, with nothing to do but cry.
Looking at the Twinborn Vine on my wrist, I wondered if calling out to him here would be of any use. Yet, the name I often had on my lips now eluded me completely.
I bit my lip hard, lost for words.
I don't know how long I sat there; it felt like the sky brightened and darkened again. Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of a Red Figure in the darkness and wondered if it could be Stunning.
"Can you see me? Is that why you said those things to me? If so, please tell me what this place really is."
"This is my past. Just watch closely how despicable men can be."
I blinked, and the scene beneath my feet shifted once more, returning to the Yuren Residence. The ground was covered in vibrant flowers and plants, yet a Taoist priest had set up an altar and was performing a ritual.
The master stood to one side, his eyes filled with unease; he was fully awake.
"Master, please help me get rid of that ghost. Make sure her soul is shattered so she can never enter Reincarnation again." The master's face was haggard, looking much thinner than before, as if he had been through considerable fright.
"Don't worry; no Evil Spirit can survive in my hands."
The Taoist was a man in his thirties with a Goatee, thin and bony. The rituals I had seen before were limited to television; his was similar—Peach Wood Sword, copper coins, yellow talismans—all the necessary items were present as he began his incantation.
I didn't know what method he used, but soon he captured Stunning. Dressed in red, she was forced to kneel on the ground, bound by talismans made of Cinnabar, unable to move. Her face was deathly pale as she glared angrily at the person before her.
"How dare you, Vengeful Spirit! Surrender at once!"
"I spit! I was killed by someone and now you want me to surrender just because I'm a ghost?"
"How outrageous! There are rules for humans and ghosts alike. Since you are dead, you should report to the underworld instead of lingering here!"
"I refuse to accept it!"
"Master, why waste your breath on her? She killed my family; you must not let her go."
"Of course, with Lord Rong's generous payment, I will see this through. However—" The Taoist smirked and tossed a Peach Wood Sword to the master. "You can use this sword to teach her a lesson, let her experience the pain of having her soul torn apart."
My heart tightened; this Taoist was not a good person after all.
"This is good; I’ll add another hundred taels for you later."
The master approached Stunning with the Peach Wood Sword in hand, a sinister grin on his face. The seemingly unremarkable Peach Wood Sword was deadly against ghosts. With just a light swipe across her face, she screamed in agony as wounds opened up, flesh tearing and burning.
"Haha, this is so much fun; I must enjoy it thoroughly."
The master suddenly seemed interested, unafraid of her resistance. He slashed horizontally and vertically across her body, reveling in the torment he inflicted. Stunning fainted several times from the pain, and each time the Taoist splashed her with an unknown liquid, bringing her back to endure more suffering.
Though Stunning was a ghost who had killed for revenge, the methods employed by the Taoist and the master were wrong. If they simply made her soul disperse, it would be meaningless; at least that would be a swift end.
But bullying a female ghost like this was utterly unacceptable.
"Stunning, let me tell you, I knew all along that those two were plotting against you. Who told you not to listen and seduce Lord Liang? You ruined my plans; how could I let you off? This is all your own doing; you have no one else to blame. You couldn’t outsmart me when you were alive, and it’s no different now that you’re a ghost. Don’t think that destroying those two women through my hands means you've succeeded. I’ve long found them displeasing; their absence is actually better for me. And as everyone knows, I was enchanted at that time; the daughter of the Prime Minister's Residence cared deeply about such matters. I could take advantage of this opportunity to get closer to her, so thank you for helping me out! Haha..."
Lord Rong's words left Stunning wide-eyed with shock, and I was equally stunned. I never expected he had such intentions from the very beginning, willing to go to any lengths—even sacrificing the woman he loved most—for profit.
"You... you actually—" Stunning was so furious she couldn't even finish her sentence.
"What of it?" The master grinned wickedly as he raised the Peach Wood Sword. "So go die!"
I watched in horror, but despite several attempts to intervene, I was unsuccessful.
As I watched, my heart raced with anxiety. It was just a fleeting thought at that moment, but when the Peach Wood Sword lunged toward Stunning's head, I dashed forward, positioning myself between them and kneeling down to embrace Stunning.
"Anyone who harms my mother will die!"
A tender child's voice suddenly rang out, and the brilliance of the light was blinding, enveloping me in its warmth like the sun on a winter day. Yet it also felt like the sharp edge of a blade, sending waves of anguished screams echoing from behind me.
"Oh my God, is this the power of the Demon Fetus?" Stunning pushed me away, gazing at the radiant light that had yet to fully descend. Her eyes sparkled with excitement. "I've waited so long for this moment, the Lord of the Ghost Fetus."
"Me?"
Stunning stared at me without blinking, a smile curling at the corners of her mouth. "Of course it's you. You're carrying an extraordinary Demon Fetus. You should know that the strength of a Demon Fetus is determined by how long it has been gestating. Just look at your belly."
I looked down and was stunned.
Before I was captured, my belly had only been slightly rounded, but now it had grown significantly larger. A wave of fear and panic surged within me.
"If nothing goes wrong, this child will be born in two months."
Stunning joyfully cradled my belly with great care, but suddenly her expression changed; her brow furrowed and her gaze sharpened. With increased pressure from her hands, I felt a sharp pain in my stomach as she quickly retreated. The ground where she had just stood cracked open, and then a figure floated down gracefully to stand before me.
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