With each word Mo Yan spoke, the house grew colder, and the temperature seemed to drop continuously.

With each word he spoke, Lin Guohua's face paled a little more.

She fell to the ground with a thud, her hand trembling as she pointed at Mo Yan.

"You..." She looked at Mo Yan with terror in her eyes. "You..."

"How would I know?" Mo Yan looked at her and laughed. "Do you know that this prescription of yours is extremely vicious? Every bit of beauty you have now will be torture in the future. You will never have a good end."

Those children could have come into this world, but you killed them with your own hands, brought them here, and subjected them to oppression. You are wicked, wanting them to never be reborn, aren't you?

Mo Yan had never hated anyone like this before; she was the first.

"I don't understand what you're saying."

Although Lin Guohua said that, she was so scared that she was trembling and sweating profusely, so no one believed her.

"Although I don't know where you got that recipe from, from the moment you started using it, you couldn't put it down, and your hands were stained with blood."

I was thinking your first partner would be your nephew, because the first person has to be related by blood. And the first person you have to drink his blood all the time, right? [Actually, I'm trembling with fear; I want to write more, ah.]

Well, the real placenta is actually a processed medicinal material, and it has to be donated by someone.

But Lin Guohua needed something fresh, and alive—a cesarean section, in other words…

She has caused the deaths of countless young lives.

Hearing this, Lin Guohua looked at Mo Yan in horror. This person knew everything.

"I don't know what you're talking about..."

"It's okay, I believe the police will let you know."

Mo Yan slapped her across the face. "What right do you have to harm those children?"

As Mo Yan beat the children, she absorbed all the pain they had endured into her own body, so that she would suffer the same torment for the rest of her life, no, for all eternity.

She ate them.

This person is trash for using them to make beauty cream.

A death sentence would be too lenient, but how could Mo Yan let her die so easily? She had to endure it, she had to endure that kind of pain again and again, never to be reincarnated.

Mo Yan marked her, so from then on her soul would not be accepted by reincarnation, nor would she be scattered. She would experience that pain again and again...

"No, no, what did you do to me?"

Lin Guohua rolled around on the ground like a madwoman, rolling incessantly. She felt someone gnawing at her, it was incredibly painful, as if she were being bitten, relentlessly bitten...

She was in so much pain, so much pain, it really hurt her.

She was in so much pain, so much pain...

"Please let me go, please let me go, I just want to be a little prettier, I just want to be a little prettier."

Mo Yan kicked her away, saying, "Your face will slowly rot, and from now on you'll be nothing but a lump of mud."

Lin Guosheng and the others were so distressed by these words that they couldn't speak. Even though Mo Yan hadn't explained it clearly, they understood.

Lin's mother completely broke down and rushed over to Lin Guohua, punching and kicking him relentlessly. Even when she was tired, she didn't want to stop.

"Hahaha," Lin Guohua laughed maniacally, then looked at Lin Guosheng, "Brother, don't you think I'm beautiful? I'm so beautiful, you don't need to be with that woman, okay? Okay?"

Lin Guohua mimicked a little girl's actions and deliberately made his voice high-pitched, which sounded disgusting to them!

[I'm slowly laying the groundwork and releasing the ending. Right now, I'm just tidying up the plot lines, which is why it feels like there's a lot of supernatural and cultivation elements. It'll probably end around one million words, and now I'm starting to wrap things up.]