The Child, Be Reborn

Old Man Sun immediately fell silent and held his breath, darting behind Jiang Qiao.

Jiang Qiao sat in the chair with one leg crossed over the other, calmly watching the doorway. Two filthy men, machetes in hand, limped toward the room.

Creak—

The door, which was clearly locked, was easily pushed open by the intruders.

Sizzle!

Clang!

Smack!

Amid the ear-piercing noises, the wooden table was shoved aside as the door opened, and the bowl on its corner immediately fell to the floor with a crisp crash.

"What's going on?" Old Man Sun whispered.

At some point, the lanterns in the corridor had changed from white to red.

Scarlet light shone through the cracks in the doorway, making the red-painted furniture inside the room look as though it were oozing blood.

However.

To ordinary eyes, although the door had been pushed open, there was nothing outside.

Old Man Sun widened his eyes in terror, searching everywhere for the Vicious Ghosts.

"Stop looking. They're on the table." Jiang Qiao slightly raised his eyes and saw the two men standing on tiptoe atop the wooden table.

Their hair was a tangled mess, covering their faces.

But through the gaps that occasionally appeared, he could see that their eyes were completely white, with no eyeballs.

"They stink."

Jiang Qiao covered his nose slightly.

The two monsters' clothes were filthy, carrying a mix of rotten, sweaty, and sour odors that made people want to beat them to death.

That was what he thought, and that was exactly what he did!

"Can't you wash yourselves before going out, you ghostly things?"

Whoosh—!

Green flames bloomed out of thin air!

The two men were just about to raise their machetes and attack Jiang Qiao when, caught completely off guard, they directly turned into two piles of