"Our child... Give me back our child..."
The shrill voice was mixed with a gurgling noise, as though its speaker had a mouthful of thick phlegm.
The patter of footsteps and the tearing scrape of umbilical cords dragging across the ground drew ever closer, carrying a palpable chill.
Huang Xiaofei understood what Qi Si was doing. With an odd expression, she pointed at the soup ladle in his hand. "You call that a Red Frog?"
"Close enough. As long as it works." Qi Si smiled and raised the dead infant in the ladle toward her. "Human embryos and tadpoles do look rather alike, don't they?"
That was true, but though both were used to lure ghosts, a skinned frog and a bloody dead infant gave entirely different impressions.
Even in an Instance, knowing that everything was merely a prop, most people still could not treat the corpses of their own kind and those of other creatures alike.
The instinct to nurture the young and seek similarity, etched into the genes of the group, made them instinctively cherish the young of their own kind, bury the corpses of their own kind, and fear the deaths of their own kind.
Ignoring the Players' strange looks, Qi Si had already passed halfway through the iron gate. He spoke as if it were only natural. "I'll lure the ghosts, and you cover our retreat. Hold them off for fifteen minutes before letting them through. No problem, right?"
The capable did more work. Of the four of them, only Huang Xiaofei could fight, so it was only natural for her to stay behind.
The woman nodded and moved to a corner of her own accord. A stack of paper figures appeared out of thin air in her hand, enough to hold out for quite some