Grabbing the bloody, foul-smelling flesh and stuffing it into his mouth only made Qian Duoduo's expression more agonized.
Hunger drove the Hungry Ghost Slaves mad in search of food, but once they ate, their intestines would rot and their stomachs would rupture, followed by even more twisted, intense hunger!
It was a vicious cycle.
They knew eating would only make them hungrier, yet they could not endure the torment of starvation.
Yan Zhiqing lay there, her eyes growing increasingly vacant. Her hands caressed her ruptured stomach, feeling the warmth emanating from within her abdominal cavity.
She murmured, "Don't... open my stomach... My daughter is afraid of the cold..."
"Let me stay in this carriage, okay... Don't drive me away..."
"You can have my body, do whatever you want with it... But not my stomach. You'll wake her up..."
Yan Zhiqing's hoarse voice gradually fell silent.
At that moment, Yan Zhiqing's vitality slowly withered away...
The sight made Ji Yan's scalp tingle.
As he watched the dying middle-aged woman, that completely uncontrollable grief invaded Ji Yan's mind again.
There was only one thought in his head—
He absolutely could not let her die!
Inside the Tool Bar, the [Oil Paper Joy Umbrella] was forcibly sealed by Ji Yan, and the [Spirit of the Pen] immediately broke free from the [Blood Shadow Wedding Dress]'s entanglement.
"[Spirit of the Pen], Words Manifest Law!!"
Ji Yan practically roared the words.
The [Spirit of the Pen] did not waste any time. It wrote down Yan Zhiqing's name. "Suffix?"
"Daughter..."
"Absolutely do not let her learn that her daughter is dead!" Ji Yan said.
As long as Yan Zhiqing escaped danger and retained a breath of life, her body could repair itself.
But if she no longer had a reason to live, if she lacked the