In Qiaoqiao's Dad's eyes, his wife appeared frail, exuding a kind of broken beauty.
But in the eyes of Hua Jinyan and Little Taotie, there was a little baby perched on her shoulder, emitting black smoke all over!
Suddenly, the little baby raised its head; its eyes were pitch-black, devoid of any white. It grinned, revealing a toothless mouth as dark and abyssal as a deep, sinister chasm.
Hua Jinyan frowned.
This was an Evil Spirit.
A newborn child had actually become an Evil Spirit.
The little baby opened its toothless mouth and bit down hard on the mother's shoulder, seemingly with all its might. The pair of pitch-black eyes swirled with black vortices, filled with hatred.
An overwhelming resentment and grievance surrounded it!
The woman's breathing grew fainter, she clutched her shoulder, her footing slipped as if she were about to tumble down the stairs.
Qiaoqiao's Dad and the butler rushed over at the same time to support her.
