"Mommy..." With red light shining in its eyes and an expression of utmost ferocity and malice, the demonized infant showed a slight relaxation on its hideous face the moment Bai Yinman held it in her arms, but its gaze was so helpless and bewildered.
Her fangs trembled as they clenched together, murky saliva flowing from the corners of her mouth as she made an unconscious sound, "I'm hungry... eat... eat you all..."
"Bai Xuecong, you are Mommy's darling, Mommy doesn't want to see you like this," Bai Yinman said with a heartache, wiping the little zombie demon's face clean of drool and blood with her sleeve, "You're always so well-behaved. Will you let go of the iron wire, please?"
The little zombie demon gazed at Bai Yinman, its expressions gradually becoming touched and tender.
The black malevolent aura around it slowly dissipated, and the blood-red color in the depths of its eyes visibly faded, the small hands that were pulling at the iron wire finally let go, "Mommy, Mommy..."
It shed tears, but the tears were deep red, a stream of blood tears.
I quickly pulled the iron wire from the little zombie demon's hands, disregarding the wounds and blood on mine, and dragged the unconscious Han Dai behind me.
Bai Yinman hugged the tiny infant in her arms, caressing her small head with a mother's gentle palm, "Such a good girl, Mommy knew my Congcong would never disappoint me. Congcong, the one Mommy loves most is you. Where have you been all these days? Mommy was so worried when she couldn't find you."
"Mommy, I don't want to kill, Mommy, Mommy... I'm so scared, wuu wuu wuu..." The little zombie demon, regaining its senses in its mother's tender embrace, cried sorrowfully, "There is always a voice in my head telling me to kill, I can't control it..."
A normal child of this age would only have simple emotions of happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy.
What raised the little zombie demon's mental capacity was the experience of becoming a zombie demon.
What could possibly doom her forever and plunge her into the demonic path was also caused by this encounter.
"Hurry, hurry, as the spell dictates, open." A cold metallic clang came from outside the villa door, and the sophisticated modern security lock was forcibly opened by a Spirit Talisman.
Leading three others, an old man in a Zhongshan suit with white hair rushed in, a Bronze Sword floating in front of him paving the way, "Indeed there's a zombie demon causing trouble here! This old man will exterminate you now and act on behalf of Heaven."
Again, it was this unknowing mysterious old man; he had been occupied by the coffin matter on the train.
Rushing to the carriage to save people, it seems he managed to escape...
Wasn't he supposed to be catching other demons? Why has he come here?
My brows furrowed, my fists clenched, thinking to myself,
Old man, I hope you're not here to make trouble. If you've come to harm Congcong,
I'll have no choice but to respect neither age nor youth, and fight you right on the spot.
"Who are you? Why did you suddenly break into my home?" Bai Yinman asked, her face full of tear stains and appearing very fragile, but suddenly her demeanor turned rigid.
She stood up vigilantly at that moment, holding the frightened little zombie demon tightly in her arms.
And the ancient Bronze Sword vibrated with a resonant hum, as if sensing the presence of the little zombie demon even without making contact.
The Sword Qi it emitted seemed to grow eyes, invisible blades attacking the little zombie demon's body.
If it weren't for Bai Yinman's protection, the little zombie demon's body would likely be covered in wounds inflicted by Sword Qi.
My hand secretly reached into my coat pocket to touch the cloth strip inside, ready to subdue the old man, "Is it you, the Demon spawn you mentioned on the train, does it refer to the zombie demon??"
"The zombie demon is the first demon creature of the demonic path, known as Demon spawn. You actually do not know. Speaking of which, I seem to have a distinct fate with you, young friend. I did not expect, here I would meet you again," the white-haired old man said with a faint smile, his seemingly gentle smile hiding a sharp edge. His eyes fleetingly glanced at my pocket,