The firebird reached out, its fingers twitched, and a flash of light appeared. Before it could even withdraw its hand, it had already removed four red feathers from the back of its neck. Holding the feathers, it raised its hands and gently clasped them together in its palms.
He closed his eyes, and a spiritual light began to emanate from his palms.
He muttered incantations, and after a moment, he opened his palm. Feathers flew up and flew towards the foreheads of the four babies, quickly disappearing until the red light disappeared.
After the feathers disappeared, a red, openwork pattern began to appear on the forehead of the first baby girl in the front row...
The pattern was spinning, and a beam of red light shot straight upwards. A small, round bead, about the size of a soybean, emerged from the baby girl's forehead, spinning along the red light, and quickly rose three feet off the ground...
The small red bead slowly rotated in mid-air, and then the red light, like an open umbrella, enveloped the four mice arranged behind it, turning their originally pale faces pink...
A moment later, the four in the back, just like the four babies in front, all fell asleep.
The old man in red took a deep breath, raised his hands and swept them across the four baskets in front of him. A red light quickly engulfed the baby...
Soon, the four babies disappeared.
Firebird smiled, and almost simultaneously raised his sleeve, opening it forward. The finely crafted sleeve, descending vertically, suddenly resembled a large sling. Two tiny infants, which had vanished without a trace, appeared on either side of his sleeve and fell inside. Firebird calmly closed the sleeve.
Only a small vent was left, and then nothing could be seen, as if his bright red sleeve had never contained anything at all.
"Alright! I'll take care of them. You can take these four beasts and report back."
"Alright, I guarantee I'll complete the mission. I'm the shadow you just released, and now it's my turn to shine." The blurry figure agreed, and with a "whoosh," a gust of wind swept up, and the thick fog dissipated.
Finally, they could see clearly: a red figure, an old man almost identical to the firebird, was raising a stick and striking down at the four ugly monsters. With a few "squeaks," four bloodied and mangled babies appeared in the basket.
Alas! Seemingly knowing it was fake, yet still shocked by the scene, another old man in red covered his mouth, turned away, hurriedly put on gloves, and reached out to toss the mangled, bloodied body piece by piece into a transparent box nearby.
Then, a black mist enveloped everything, and the box and the figure who had thrown the stick disappeared into the mist...
A moment later, the camera pans to the edge of a cliff, where a figure in a black robe stands with his back to the viewer.
"Reporting to the general, everything has been taken care of." The red-clad figure knelt before the black-robed figure's back.
"All done?" When the man in black turned around, with his deep-set eyes, high-pointed nose, and slightly upturned, pointed chin, it was Wen Long.
He walked up to the transparent box, looked down expressionlessly, and two black mists appeared in his eyes. The mists entered the box, and sure enough, inside were four unrecognizable baby girls...
Wen Long withdrew the black mist, nodded in satisfaction, and looked away from the black aura in his eyes. He then looked at the old man on the ground and said, "Well done. So, the Illusionary Spirit Pill isn't on her?"
"It's definitely not on my person," the old man reported.
“That’s right, how could that old fox entrust something so precious to a baby girl?” He turned back to the old man, his back to him, “Let’s throw them all off the Blood Cliff…”
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