"Okay, son, what do you suggest we act out?"
"Mom, come here."
The mischievous child gestured for his mother to bring her ear closer, and after she leaned down to whisper in his ear:
"Can we scare Dad together? I want to see Dad get scared."
The mother hesitated for only a second, and then, seeing her son tugging at her clothes and swaying back and forth without even saying a word to her husband, she nodded in agreement.
"How should we scare Dad?"
"I need you to hold him down for me. I want to scare him with this, and you already promised me!"
The child seemed worried that his mother might change her mind, so he reminded her that she had already agreed to it.
"good."
Just as the mother and son were whispering to each other, the father, as if sensing something, called out to his wife and child in a somewhat absent-minded manner:
What are you talking about?
"It's nothing, honey."
The mischievous child followed his mother to his father's side, who was sitting on the sofa. At that moment, the air conditioner near the balcony in the living room made a crackling sound and then beeped, cutting off the power.
"Dad, where are you going?"
Whether out of fear of his son or because of the malfunctioning air conditioner, the father of the mischievous child got up to push away his wife who was blocking his way, but instead of moving her, he fell back onto the sofa.
"I...I just wanted to see what was wrong with the air conditioner. Don't you guys think it's too cold inside?"
The father of the naughty child spoke with a trembling voice.
"Honey, our son just wants to play a game with you, don't be scared!"
While gently comforting her husband, the mother pressed her body heavily against his legs and then tightly gripped his neck with both hands.
Soon, the child's father began to have difficulty breathing, his face turned red, and even a little purple.
"you……"
The father of the naughty child tried to speak but could not utter a word. Just as he was about to lose consciousness, he remembered that he could push his wife away with his hands. However, when he raised his hands, for some unknown reason, his hands inexplicably landed on his wife's neck and then exerted force.
"This is fun! This is fun! I want to play too!"
Seeing that his parents were struggling to breathe, the mischievous child took a fruit knife and gently sliced across their eyes, leaving two lines of blood at the corners of their eyes.
"Yes, that's right. When my mother first abandoned me, she used a sharp object to cut my eye."
If the couple is still of sound mind, they will surely find that their son is saying strange things, his face is contorted, and his skin is wrinkled like that of a newborn fetus.
Unfortunately, the couple had long lost their minds, or rather, they had lost the ability to think. All that remained was the desire to kill each other, or perhaps they were simply trying to satisfy their son's wish to play.
Half an hour later, the couple were still choking each other, but they had stopped breathing. Meanwhile, the child was still slashing their bodies with a fruit knife.
"Yes, yes, it's here. I remember this location, but why did mine break so suddenly?"
The mischievous child slashed his father's shoulder with the blade, but instead of the expected laceration, he repeated the slashing several times before suddenly stabbing the fruit knife into his father's shoulder.
"You're all lying to me. My mother kept telling me how wonderful the outside world was, but all I see are strange things tearing my body apart. Why can't I find my mother after I came into this world?"
For a moment, the brat seemed to break down, then touched his face and said with hatred:
Why do you have a father and mother?
When those words were spoken, the voice was no longer that of a naughty child. If Xiao Yanbao were here, he would definitely recognize it as the voice of the fetal spirit, and a voice full of anger.
As the last question was asked, the mischievous child went berserk, stabbing his joints repeatedly with a fruit knife, as if venting his resentment.
"Why do you deserve to have a father and mother?"
"On what grounds?"
The child's voice grew weaker and weaker, while the black aura lingering on his forehead became increasingly condensed. Just as the child's blood was flowing all over the floor, the little spirit suddenly appeared in the living room.
His body had become thicker, and his face was shrouded in a black mist he had never had before. His once clear eyes were now bloodshot, and he was no longer lucid.
Moments later, all the light bulbs in the building exploded at the same time, and the cats, dogs and other small animals in the community, who were already trembling with fear, went berserk at the same time, with barking and meowing rising and falling.
People who were still awake saw their pets acting wildly and light bulbs exploding, and they all started contacting the property management company. The person in charge of the property management company, seeing that the community was in chaos, quickly called the police.
At the same time, Xiao Yanbao, who was lying next to his mother listening to a bedtime story, suddenly frowned, looking preoccupied.
"What's wrong, Yanbao? Don't you like this story?"
Zhong Jingyi quickly turned two pages back in her storybook, then spoke softly again:
"How about Mom tells you a story about a little hippo?"
Xiao Yanbao thought about it seriously for a moment, then nodded gently and leaned her head into Zhong Jingyi's arms. Soon, Xiao Yanbao fell asleep and stayed asleep until dawn.
An explosive piece of news spread throughout the capital: a family of three had been brutally murdered one after another, their house filled with blood. According to the clues found at the scene, the couple had been killed by a boy of about six years old, who then committed suicide, or perhaps the three of them had killed each other.
"Fellow Daoist Xu, I feel there's something fishy about this. Shall we go and take a look?"
Master Xu, who had just seen the news, was also very solemn. He knew very well that the family of three must have been killed by that little fetal spirit. If the little fetal spirit had not yet taken any lives, he might have pretended not to see it for the sake of Xiao Yanbao. But the sense of justice in his heart did not allow him to let that little fetal spirit continue to linger in the human world.
"Walk."
Master Xu took his whisk and a few other handy little gadgets, then followed the fellow Daoists who had come to attend the sermon to the neighborhood where the incident occurred.
"Oh dear, that was terrible. Luckily, I didn't go to their house to reason with them last night, or I probably would have been in grave danger."
The speaker was the downstairs neighbor of the naughty child. Because the child often jumped around in the middle of the night, the elderly in the family developed neurasthenia and had very poor sleep.
Every time I went to reason with them, I was scolded by the unreasonable couple. Yesterday, I wanted to go up and talk to them again, but I couldn't go up because I had diarrhea. It was precisely because of the diarrhea that I survived.
Looking back, it's truly chilling and terrifying...
(End of this chapter)
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