"You… what do you mean?" Wu Yueshang's voice trembled, tinged with disbelief, "I… I…"
For some reason, her heart quivered as though something terrible had already happened.
"Do you really think that the Taoist who suddenly appeared was performing an act of charity, asking nothing in return, just to help your son through this calamity?" Zhong Niangyao scoffed, "You're already an adult, how can you still be so naive!"
"Moreover, you probably don't know! Your son's death calamity is unavoidable, but he won't die too painfully. However, after this ordeal, he will suffer greatly for the next three days, until he dies from the torment."
"It won't happen, you're lying." Wu Yueshang continuously shook her head as if trying to deny the reality, "You're lying. My son won't die; he definitely won't die."
