Surprise! The popular villain is actually Long Aotian's wife

The little Yin spirit also rushed forward.

If Xiao Lin hadn't quickly grabbed the back of his collar, he would have rushed to Mu Ling.

The little Yin spirit yelled at the top of her lungs: "Auntie Mu, wake up!"

"That's not A Ni, A Ni is dead!"

"He is dead!"

Ah Ni is dead...

child... child...

Mu Ling stopped her swift attack, and with a dazed look on her face, she walked forward step by step, as if she wanted to carefully identify whether Xiao Ni was her child.

The half face under the black hair looked hideous. The child subconsciously closed his eyes in fear and shrank tightly into Xiao Lin's arms.

Mu Ling suddenly stopped and covered his eyes with his hands.

Two lines of blood and tears gradually flowed out from under his palms and slowly slid down his cheeks.

She seemed to finally wake up, and murmured as if recalling something: "He is not my Ah Ni."

"My Ah Ni is the bravest of all the clay figures. He would secretly look at me and climb onto my hand to talk to me."

"He had such a loud laugh and was lively and clever."

"He said he didn't want to go to Nanshan. He wanted to stay here and be with me."

Mu Ling woke up from his madness, but instantly fell into greater anger and resentment.

She took her hand away, her face covered in blood and tears, and she looked up and cried out in grief.

The image of the resentful woman exploded completely, screaming sadly, with resentment rising to the sky and ghostly aura all around.

She yelled hysterically at everyone, "These children are not my Ah Ni! My Ah Ni is the smartest and he is never afraid of me!"

"You were originally a fertility-delivering spirit, a wooden clay sculpture, revered by people, who burned incense and worshipped you every day. You have acquired some divinity and can be considered half a god. In this case, why don't you be more generous and let the young master go? Although he was wrong first, he is just an ignorant child after all." Manager Huo pleaded.

Mu Ling's soft fingertips touched half of the hideous wooden face, revealing a smile that could not be more gentle, but the laughter she made was desolate and creepy: "You asked me to let him go, hahahaha..."

She seemed to have heard the most ridiculous words in the world. She covered her face with her hands, shrugged her shoulders and laughed to herself for a while.

After a long while, she gracefully lowered her hand that was covering her face and said, "Okay."

Manager Huo's pupils shrank, a look of hope appeared on his face, and he asked in a panic, "What do you want?"

"As long as it is all the treasures of Piyang Mansion, whether it is magic tools, spiritual stones or rare spiritual medicines, as long as you are willing to stop and let the young master go, no matter what you want, we can give it to you."

"What do I want? Ha."

The tone was strange and gloomy, making people feel creepy.

"What I want is..."

The resentful woman seemed to be touched by these words. She fell deeply into memories, her mind struggling in the sticky state.

She squatted down, curled up her thin body, held her head tightly with both hands, scratched it, and let her black hair become messy. She was in great pain.

After a long time, she slowly stood up.

The whole person seems to be trapped in a demonic barrier, as if in a dream.

She first arranged her hair and golden hairpins, then the hem of her green skirt, and as if begging shyly, she suddenly said, "I, I want a child."

She seemed to be facing the young monk who was as tall as a bamboo.

There is gurgling water in my ears and hazy mist in front of my eyes.

This was the question from the man in blue.

It is the round, clear and expectant eyes of the little clay doll.

She pinched the corner of her clothes nervously, and her palms seemed to be sweating. The scenes and words in the dream seemed to merge with reality.

She spoke again, sincerely and nervously, "I want a child."

However, what responded to her was not the elegant voice of the blue-robed monk, nor the excited hug of the little clay doll.

It's cold raindrops.

Dark clouds had gathered over the entire sky without anyone noticing, pressing down in a gray haze. The air was filled with a chill. Raindrops fell under my eyes and quickly slid down my face.

“I want a baby!”

Mu Ling's face was sad and two lines of tears flowed down her face, blurred in the rain.

"I want my child!" she shouted unwillingly.