"What... what the hell is that?" The fat man had been standing close by, and the sudden sight startled him badly. He instinctively stumbled backward.
Yuan Shanyuan's pupils trembled. "An Infant Spirit."
"That's right. I suspected it was something like that too." Luo Tianhe raised his head, his low voice sending a chill through them. "But this one's already beyond an ordinary Infant Spirit. It's a Vengeful Infant."
As he stared at the two bluish-black handprints, a horrific image naturally formed in the fat man's mind: in the dead of night, a pitch-black infant crawled into Mr. Wu's room, tore open his abdomen with sharp claws, and dug out his organs.
The words "Vengeful Infant" exploded in everyone's minds like a depth charge. Unease spread through the room, making it hard to breathe. Lin Qianqian stared at the bluish-black handprints, a strange look flickering across her eyes. "No wonder the Wu brothers ended up like this. They were haunted by a Vengeful Infant."
Lin Qianqian's reaction made it clear that she had heard of Vengeful Infants before.
Yuan Shanyuan, however, looked troubled. He seemed unable to make sense of something. "Strange. How did the Wu family provoke a Vengeful Infant? People haunted by one do tend to have bad luck and suffer frequent nightmares. They might hear strange crying in their dreams, or even see a shattered infant's body. All of that is possible, but for a Vengeful Infant to kill someone directly..."
"Then we'll have to ask what the Wu family did to deserve such a fate." Luo Tianhe looked at the unconscious eldest son. The Wu family was like a pool of murky water; as their investigation went deeper, the mystery was gradually becoming clear.
Before long, the handprints faded, and the group prepared to leave. The servant