She hurriedly returned to the kitchen and pulled the baby out of the woodpile from under the firewood. It was cold and the baby hadn't eaten all day. The infant, who was less than ten months old, couldn't withstand any kind of torment. The baby, who was still breathing just now, had been stuffed face down under the woodpile with his mouth full of dry grass, and had suffocated to death.
"Tsk, so easy to kill, another waste." Hong Niangzi likes to eat fresh food and dislikes eating dead food. She has a discerning palate and can tell whether something is fresh or not with just one taste.
Zi Niang frowned. This was the last young child; the rest were all over two years old, and their taste probably wouldn't be as good as that of children under one year old. Hong Niangzi was in a very bad mood today, so she probably wouldn't be able to appease her.
"It's still warm, and it hasn't stiffened yet, so you shouldn't be able to tell, right?" Zi Niang picked up a kitchen knife and placed a wooden basin on the ground. She was preparing to bleed the child who had just died.
"Ah!" Zi Niang cried out in pain, and then she felt a blur before her eyes. A white figure suddenly approached, and before she could react, the other party pressed her pressure points.
"You wicked woman, you're heartless and insane!" Zhu Yueran coldly cursed, then killed Zi Niang with a single stroke. Zi Niang's eyes widened in horror, as if she couldn't believe she was dead.
In order not to alert the enemy, Zhu Yueran barely managed to catch Zi Niang as she fell and gently laid her down on the ground.
"Tsk, don't you know who you are? How dare you die with your eyes open?" Zhu Yueran said with extreme disgust, and went to fetch water to wash her hands after letting go.
Zhu Chumo checked the baby's breathing and took its pulse, then shook his head with a grim expression, "Dead. There's no way to save it."
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