When he pulled open the bright red wedding dress, Yao Shunyu was so shocked by the sight before him that he couldn't speak. Two tiny handprints had appeared on the man's belly, pressing outward with all their strength. They even seemed to be pulling his stomach open from within. Blood and foam sprayed from the man's mouth and nose as his body convulsed in agony. The scene was horrifying.
An ordinary baby wouldn't be this fierce. What kind of monster was this?
A ghost in the womb?
Yao Shunyu couldn't help thinking of the vengeful infant they had encountered during Lord of False Words' mission. But the vengeful infant had form without substance, and this thing clearly wasn't the same. More urgently, if he let it continue, it would soon burst out of the man's body.
By then, not only would the man die—Yao Shunyu might not make it out alive either.
"Kill me. Kill me..."
The man clamped both hands over his belly, which was on the verge of splitting open, and fixed his bloodshot eyes on Yao Shunyu. His mouth moved rapidly.
But an even more horrifying scene unfolded. Laughter from a small child came from the man's throat.
The laughter grew sharper and sharper, like scissors relentlessly plucking at Yao Shunyu's nerves. Even plugging his ears did no good.
"Creak—"
Yao Shunyu's eyes bloodshot, he spun around at once. He'd heard it. He'd heard a door opening, right behind him!
From the sound, it was a very old wooden door, its hinges almost rotted away. But the door behind him clearly... clearly hadn't moved!
The next moment, a terrifying thought seized his mind. It was... it was the painting inside the hall!
The door in the painting had opened!
The temple gate of that ruined shrine.
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