Amo recalled the scene, his soul still trembling.
“I wouldn’t let him throw your body onto the altar, but I couldn’t stop him. He broke my spine; I couldn’t get up, I couldn’t walk, and I watched as he dragged your body away…”
Hearing how Wu Zhe treated her child, Mu Ran felt as if a piece of her heart had been ripped out.
"How could he be so heartless? You're his own child! Ahhh!"
Amo didn't want Mu Ran to be sad because of him, so he gently patted her back with his small hand.
"Mother, don't be sad. He soon got his comeuppance. He couldn't control his power anymore and started smashing everything in sight. In the end, he beat himself to death! The people in town were the same. Some ran tirelessly, some had flames spewing from their seven orifices. In short, before I died, they were all tortured to death by their own divine power..."
Upon hearing this, Mu Ran cried even louder, thinking of little Amo whose spine had been broken by being trampled.
That tiny little body lay paralyzed on the cold ground, dying from pain and hunger...
She was increasingly unable to control her tears, as if a dam had burst.
Qin Luo's words, a real mood killer, interrupted the mother and daughter's grief.
"Sister, stop crying! Your dark red tears are tainting your son's soul!"
Upon hearing this, Mu Ran paused for a moment, then looked up. Well!
Her once pure and clean soul was now stained and mottled with her blood and tears.
She tried to clean it, but the more she wiped, the dirtier it got. Amo grabbed her hand.
"Mother, no need to wipe it, it's alright, I don't care!"
Qin Luo threw several energy beams at it.
"I'm practically your aunt, this is a little something for our first meeting!"
Amo looked at the soul that had regained its clarity and bowed to thank her.
"Thank you, Auntie!"
Qin Luo waved his hand: "You're welcome!"
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