"Hehehe—"
A terrifying laugh spread throughout the room. The ghost baby was enveloped in a cloud of black mist, its huge mouth grinning, its tiny eyes squinting, the expression on its face grotesque and horrifying.
When the Meng Family saw such a thing, their bodies went ice-cold as if they had fallen into an icehouse, making them freeze in place, unable to move at all.
"So ugly." Zhong Niangyao couldn't help but frown and critique, "Master Zeng's taste is really not that great."
Although the ghost baby was pitiable, it was now completely devoid of its own consciousness, serving only as a killing machine. If left unchecked, who knew how many innocent lives it would claim.
Lu Yichen, standing next to Zhong Niangyao, nodded in agreement, "It is indeed ugly. If you don't like it, then don't look at it."
