Jiang Ying calmed himself down and continued with Yue Weimo's words, "So, the blood figurines contain not only the spirits of pregnant women, but also the spirits of children, right?"

"That's right."

Yue Weimo's face was not looking good either. He didn't know who was the bastard who did such an outrageous thing.

"As you can see, this mother and son are filled with deep resentment, filled with murderous intent and evil spirits. They were the ones who caused the illusion just now. Perhaps, they are no longer satisfied with leaving here and being reborn as humans, but are determined to seek revenge!"

After hearing this, Jiang Ying understood.

Yan Zhuo sighed, "But Ying'er is not their enemy."

Yue Weimo raised his head, looked at the two of them, then looked at the red figurine whose eyes were clearly emitting black energy, and said helplessly, "There's nothing we can do. This formation seems to be specifically targeting Sister Jiang.

The Blood Terracotta Warrior can kill Sister Jiang first, pretend to have completed the mission, and then find a way to kill the person who set up this formation to avenge himself! "

"As long as I'm here, no one can touch Yingying!"

Yan Zhuo said in a cold voice, and the pressure on his body was completely released, causing the black energy spreading from the red figurine to stagnate hesitantly.

Just when they were both silent, Jiang Ying stood up, her expression surprisingly relaxed, "This is easy, isn't it just revenge, big sister?

I don't know what to call you, so I'll just call you Big Sister. How about I help you avenge your grudge?"

Yue Weimo, "?"

Emma, ​​you are worthy of being Sister Jiang. You can even come up with such a heaven-defying method!

Yan Zhuo smiled faintly, looking proud.

His son Ying'er is very smart.