Many nodded in agreement. 

"Something terrible must have happened to it for it to have such a great grudge." Ling Wen said.

"What could the fetus experience for it to become like that?" Mu Qing wondered. 

Hua‌ ‌Cheng‌ ‌stood‌ ‌up,‌ ‌"You're‌ ‌right.‌ ‌So,‌ ‌this‌ ‌fetus‌ ‌spirit‌ ‌must‌ ‌not‌ ‌be‌ ‌from‌ ‌a‌ ‌normal‌ ‌miscarriage."‌ ‌ ‌

Just‌ ‌then,‌ ‌a‌ ‌masked‌ ‌man‌ ‌entered‌ ‌with‌ ‌his‌ ‌head‌ ‌down,‌ ‌a‌ ‌clay‌ ‌pot‌ ‌presented‌ ‌with‌ ‌both‌ ‌his‌ ‌hands,‌ ‌and‌ ‌he‌ ‌handed‌ ‌it‌ ‌to‌ ‌Hua‌ ‌Cheng.‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌unconsciously‌ ‌checked‌ ‌to‌ ‌see‌ ‌if‌ ‌that‌ ‌man's‌ ‌wrist‌ ‌still‌ ‌carried‌ ‌that‌ ‌cursed‌ ‌shackle,‌ ‌but‌ ‌this‌ ‌time‌ ‌the‌ ‌man's‌ ‌sleeves‌ ‌were‌ ‌tied‌ ‌down‌ ‌fully‌ ‌and‌ ‌completely.‌ ‌

Yin Yu ignored all the looks he was receiving and quietly sighed in annoyance - does these people have no life other than disturbing him? He was quite happy with where he is right now, thank you. 

Hua‌ ‌Cheng‌ ‌took‌ ‌the‌ ‌pot‌ ‌with‌ ‌one‌ ‌hand‌ ‌and‌ ‌glanced‌ ‌at‌ ‌it,‌ ‌then‌ ‌turned‌ ‌around‌ ‌to‌ ‌pass‌ ‌it‌ ‌to‌ ‌the‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌sitting‌ ‌on‌ ‌the‌ ‌black‌ ‌jaded‌ ‌divan.‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌hadn't‌ ‌yet‌ ‌reached‌ ‌over‌ ‌and‌ ‌the‌ ‌muffled‌ ‌sound‌ ‌of‌ ‌a‌ ‌child‌ ‌crying‌ ‌could‌ ‌be‌ ‌heard‌ ‌from‌ ‌within,‌ ‌and‌ ‌it‌ ‌seemed‌ ‌something‌ ‌was‌ ‌madly‌ ‌knocking‌ ‌about,‌ ‌making‌ ‌the‌ ‌clay‌ ‌pot‌ ‌shake,‌ ‌unable‌ ‌to‌ ‌remain‌ ‌standing‌ ‌up,‌ ‌so‌ ‌he‌ ‌became‌ ‌more‌ ‌cautious.‌ ‌

Ban Yue was about to tell the ghost to be more careful but then remembered the child attacked her savior so she kept silent. There was no need to care about those who tried to harm good people, after all.

When‌ ‌he‌ ‌took‌ ‌that‌ ‌clay‌ ‌pot,‌ ‌he‌ ‌peeled‌ ‌up‌ ‌a‌ ‌small‌ ‌corner‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌seal‌ ‌and‌ ‌peeked‌ ‌in,‌ ‌and‌ ‌could‌ ‌feel‌ ‌a‌ ‌sense‌ ‌of‌ ‌dreadful‌ ‌cold‌ ‌rush‌ ‌up‌ ‌his‌ ‌spine.‌ ‌

Inside‌ ‌the‌ ‌pot‌ ‌laid‌ ‌a‌ ‌puddle‌ ‌of‌ ‌something‌ ‌like‌ ‌a‌ ‌fetus.‌ ‌Although‌ ‌both‌ ‌the‌ ‌arms‌ ‌and‌ ‌legs‌ ‌were‌ ‌grown‌ ‌out,‌ ‌they‌ ‌were‌ ‌weak‌ ‌and‌ ‌powerless,‌ ‌and‌ ‌the‌ ‌head‌ ‌remained‌ ‌obscured‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌shadows.‌ ‌All‌ ‌in‌ ‌all,‌ ‌it‌ ‌was‌ ‌no‌ ‌more‌ ‌than‌ ‌a‌ ‌lump‌ ‌of‌ ‌twisted‌ ‌organ.‌ ‌

This‌ ‌was‌ ‌its‌ ‌true‌ ‌form!‌ ‌

Some looked pale at the sight.

Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌immediately‌ ‌resealed‌ ‌the‌ ‌pot‌ ‌and‌ ‌said,‌ ‌"I‌ ‌see."‌ ‌ ‌

"Good idea." Yushi Huang nodded in agreement.

He‌ ‌once‌ ‌heard‌ ‌that‌ ‌there‌ ‌were‌ ‌those‌ ‌who‌ ‌would‌ ‌search‌ ‌for‌ ‌pregnant‌ ‌women‌ ‌who‌ ‌hadn't‌ ‌yet‌ ‌reached‌ ‌term,‌ ‌and‌ ‌they‌ ‌would‌ ‌cruelly‌ ‌cut‌ ‌out‌ ‌the‌ ‌children‌ ‌from‌ ‌the‌ ‌women's‌ ‌wombs,‌ ‌transforming‌ ‌the‌ ‌fetuses‌ ‌into‌ ‌little‌ ‌demons‌ ‌to‌ ‌perform‌ ‌spells,‌ ‌urging‌ ‌them‌ ‌to‌ ‌do‌ ‌harm,‌ ‌either‌ ‌to‌ ‌protect‌ ‌the‌ ‌castor‌ ‌or‌ ‌for‌ ‌the‌ ‌protection‌ ‌of‌ ‌a‌ ‌dwelling‌ ‌and‌ ‌luck.‌ ‌By‌ ‌the‌ ‌sight‌ ‌of‌ ‌this,‌ ‌that‌ ‌fetus‌ ‌spirit‌ ‌was‌ ‌no‌ ‌doubt‌ ‌the‌ ‌product‌ ‌of‌ ‌such‌ ‌an‌ ‌evil‌ ‌spell,‌ ‌and‌ ‌its‌ ‌mother‌ ‌might‌ ‌very‌ ‌well‌ ‌have‌ ‌been‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian's‌ ‌worshipper‌ ‌once,‌ ‌otherwise‌ ‌there‌ ‌wouldn't‌ ‌be‌ ‌his‌ ‌protection‌ ‌charm‌ ‌tucked‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌clothes‌ ‌of‌ ‌that‌ ‌child‌ ‌yet‌ ‌born.‌ ‌

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