Corpse Recovery Diver

"You really are my good child, not even born yet, and already so clever and scheming."

After saying this to her belly, the woman deliberately looked up at Li Zhiyuan and asked,

"What do you think, am I right?"

Li Zhiyuan lightly clenched his right fist, and Karmic Fire ignited in his palm. His left hand turned downward, and the copper coin sword fell into his hand.

Whether it's right or wrong doesn't really matter. Compared to the benefits, this bit of risk is worth taking.

Behind him, there were rumbling sounds of Run Sheng battling "Snake Aunt."

With just a summon from him, Run Sheng would fully unleash his power.

This meant that Li Zhiyuan's current situation wasn't as dire as it seemed.

But this woman... why would you, in your own lair, feel like letting someone walk straight in, was taking advantage?

The woman stood up and opened her mouth, releasing a shrill scream, causing nearby crystals to tremble.

She descended the steps, her limbs began to twist unnaturally, making "creak creak" sounds, as if disassembled pieces were recombining.

Her presence became increasingly powerful, and the concentrated malevolence around her grew denser.

The strength of an Evil presence can be seen from its aura.

The Old Transgender was once the Miaojiang Saintess, such Evil transformed from Xuanmen people is the hardest to deal with.

But just then, a "thump thump" sound came from the Old Transgender's belly.

"Ah!!!"

She let out a shriek, and the gathered malevolence was disrupted, not only breaking the concentration process but also gradually dissipating.

The Old Transgender sat on the steps, clutching her belly in agony.

"Child, wait a bit longer, wait a bit longer until mother's hands are free after killing him and his men, then I'll deliver you properly."

But the gentle whispers were not met with an equivalent response from within her.

The "thump thump" sound instead became louder than before.

"Ah!!!"

The Old Transgender's scream rang out again.

At this point, Li Zhiyuan was a little uncertain whether his choice was wrong or right.

A moment earlier, it was clearly wrong; now, it seemed somewhat right.

The Old Transgender, as Run Sheng said... went into premature labor.

"Child, listen to mother, wait a bit longer, mother needs to prepare a blood sacrifice for your birth, only then can you be strong from the moment you are born, just like your brother before you!

Your brother was strong right from birth, if it wasn't for saving mother, your brother wouldn't have been slain by the Dragon King, he sacrificed himself to save me!

Wait a bit longer, don't rush, don't rush..."

The response was a sharp "tearing" sound.

Her belly was ripped open from within.

"Child, what are you doing, what are you doing, stop it, stop it, stop it!"

"Crack crackle crackle..."

The tearing of the belly intensified.

"Child, stop now, stop quickly, let mother prepare the blood... blood..."

The Old Transgender's limbs began to wither, her once tangled hair gradually turned grayish-white, as if suddenly aged many years.

Without a prepared blood sacrifice, the body would be used as the blood feed.

Li Zhiyuan suddenly realized, the "Mother-child Heart Linked Gu" recorded in Wei Zhengdao's book had gone wrong on the Old Transgender.

The Old Transgender didn't mean to give birth to a second self; she truly wanted to give birth to her own child!

Such a powerful self-serving motivation and ambition led Xuanmen people astray, no matter how grand the words from their mouths, it was all for themselves. And the Old Transgender caused such a huge commotion... only to give birth to a child she believed would be perfect?

What a terrifying obsession, and to what extent did it contaminate and distort the word "motherly love"?

This explains why Zhao Wuyang initially targeted both the Gu child and the Old Transgender. Logically, the Old Transgender should have died when the Gu child was born, allowing her to be reborn through the child.

Her first child saved her in a crisis, deepening her obsession to birth another perfect child.

But this time, it seemed something went wrong.

The second child seemed unwilling to listen to his mother.

Li Zhiyuan frowned slightly, what kind of monster was the Old Transgender carrying now?

The Old Transgender was in a panic; her form grew more decrepit, life force continued to flow into her abdomen; at this rate, she would die!

Several times, she raised her hand, intending to thrust it into her belly, trying to strangle her child, but ultimately retracted her hand each time, she couldn't bear it.

She believed her second child was more perfect than the first, would definitely satisfy her, she couldn't destroy the fruit of her painstaking efforts.

"Crack!"

The belly completely broke open.

A child stood up from within.

While in the womb, he was only the size of a five-year-old; now "born," he appeared nearly eight years old from the back.

The price of growth was the frenzied plunder of the mother's body.

The Old Transgender lay on the ground, extremely feeble, yet not dead; the sliver of life remaining allowed her to barely cling to life.

She had survived once amidst the Dragon King's assault and suppression; this time, she could endure it again.

She smiled, looking at the child standing before her, struggling to lift her hand to touch his face.

But the child slapped away the "mother's" affectionate caress.

He raised his foot and stepped on his mother's neck.

"Crack!" The sound of breaking was heard.

Then, he bent down, reaching out, and with a continuous ripping sound, finally with a "pop," he pulled the Old Transgender's head off the body.

Then, like tossing away garbage, he discarded it casually.

The Old Transgender's head rolled a great distance on the altar like a ball, stopping with an expression frozen in disbelief.

No one could have imagined that this figure from countless parental scare stories would perish in such a manner.

The task the Dragon King failed to accomplish years ago was done by this newly born child.

"Heehee..."

The child laughed.

He turned, facing Li Zhiyuan below.

This was the first time Li Zhiyuan saw the child's face, his true form.

At this moment, Li Zhiyuan felt as if he was looking into a mirror at his eight-year-old self from years ago.

Even disregarding the few-year age difference, he looked almost cut from the same mold as himself.

The boy put his right hand into his mouth, sucking it, smiling shyly, and in a childlike voice, called out to Li Zhiyuan:

"Brother, look, I helped you kill her."

Fresh from the womb, viscous liquid continuously dripped from the boy's head, he took a few steps forward, walking over the Old Transgender's body, making "squelch squelch" sounds.

Seeing Li Zhiyuan unresponsive, the child looked three parts confused, three parts aggrieved, three parts fearful, with the most crucial one part expectation.

Li Zhiyuan could discern a pie chart from the boy's face.

Because he used to perform so precisely like this.

The boy asked again,

"Brother, don't you like me?"

Li Zhiyuan took a deep breath; a strong sense of repulsion rose from deep within.

Due to Alii's influence and his efforts, the condition long suppressed and unseen began to resurface.

Li Zhiyuan said in a low voice,

"You make me sick."