Waaah, Never Raised Kids

The moment I sensed ghostly energy, the relief in my heart immediately turned back into tension.

The azure-green Female Ghost with the crystal had already died, so why were there still ghosts here?

My first instinct was to reach for the jade pendant, but it showed no reaction.

That meant there were no more crystals here.

Moreover, the ghostly energy emanating from the room was weak, without any sinister or vicious aura.

But I still did not dare let my guard down. I immediately took out a Mystic Force Palm Thunder Talisman.

I quickly formed the hand seals. If any ghost attacked, one command would be enough to finish it off.

The door was an ancient-style paper-paneled door, riddled with holes.

I moved closer and looked through one of the holes, finally seeing what was inside.

Several children were locked in the room?

They were huddled together, crouching in the corner...

That faint ghostly energy was emanating from them.

There were human traffickers among humans—did ghosts have ghost traffickers too?

After hesitating briefly and repeatedly confirming that there were no other crystals nearby, as well as judging the strength of the ghostly energy—

I finally kicked the door open.

A gust of cold wind rushed at me, and the ghost children huddled in the corner were so frightened that they burst into tears with cries of "Waaah, waaah, waaah."

They were all very young, only two or three years old.

Their faces were deathly pale, utterly devoid of life.

Yet their features were still childish, and their gray eyes were filled with terror when they looked at me.

"Waaah, don't boil me, don't boil me! I don't taste good..."

"Mommy, Mommy, save me..."

"Waaah..."

The moment they saw me, they all started crying in fright, trembling from head to toe.