It was a dog bone.
But the terrifying part was that it was not lodged in the throat—it had "grown" upward from deep inside it!
It was as if something in his stomach had forcibly pushed the bone out, piercing through his throat.
"Urgh..."
The moment Jin Maiji entered and saw this, he covered his mouth and rushed outside to retch.
"Wh... what kind of evil sorcery is this?" Meng Chao hid behind Uncle Feng, his legs trembling with fear.
Uncle Feng stepped forward to inspect the corpse, his face turning livid. "Murder through an object. There is resentment in this dog-meat porridge, and this bone was driven by demon arts. Something in this building doesn't want anyone to live."
"It's not merely that it doesn't want people to live."
Li Dan turned around, his gaze falling once more on Zhang Jingqiang. "It's clearing the field. It's preparing for its own birth and doesn't want any irrelevant people interfering."
"Birth?" Zhang Jingqiang looked at Li Dan blankly.
"You were born in a yin year, yin month, yin day, and yin hour, weren't you?" Li Dan suddenly asked.
Zhang Jingqiang froze, then nodded. "Yes... How did you know, Master?"
"A Four-Yin Person—a natural vessel, and the best possible cover." A gleam flashed through Li Dan's eyes. "That thing chose you. It not only wants to borrow your fortune, but your seed as well. It chose you as its father because your fate can conceal it from Heaven, allowing it to evade the Heavenly Tribulation and be born safely."
"Wh... what does that mean?" Zhang Jingqiang was utterly confused, but instinctively felt a chill shoot from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head. "Are you saying I have a child? But my wife only just got pregnant!"