As long as no water ghost dares to come out now, the woman will not give birth.
After some thought, Tang Nian used the ghost energy she had collected to lure out the ghost fetus.
But as darkness fell, the number of women in the queue for childbirth did not decrease.
There were just too many people; about half of the pregnant women in Lancheng were here.
Just as Tang Nian had just cured a woman who had given birth and was about to rest for a while, a loud "bang" was heard.
Her expression changed, and she immediately looked toward the source of the sound.
Then I saw a woman die because her belly was so big that it exploded.
This sudden turn of events terrified everyone who had been surrounding her, and some of them screamed in horror.
The women who were originally queuing up obediently could no longer calm down.
The pain on their faces became increasingly obvious.
Then, one by one, the women exploded and died.
Blood splattered on Tang Nian's face, and Tang Nian wiped the bloodstains from the corner of her mouth with her fingers.
She knew she couldn't wait any longer.
The women's bellies grew larger and larger, and when their bodies could no longer withstand the deathly energy within them, their time of death would come.
I thought I could still save them, but I never expected Song Shiyi to be so ruthless.
Tang Nian closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and gently waved her hand, creating a transparent barrier around her.
She didn't know how long she could hold on, so she could only do her best to save her.
She knew that things couldn't continue like this. They and Song Shiyi were one in the open and one in the shadows. She could only save the women around her for the time being, but there were still so many others in the city.
Even if they rescued people as quickly as possible, they couldn't keep up with Song Shiyi's speed in harming people.
We need to find Song Shiyi as soon as possible.
There was no need for Tang Nian to search for him; as soon as the sun set, Song Shiyi went ashore.
However, Song Shiyi was also clever; she didn't stay in one place for too long.
Tang Nian looked up at the woman outside the barrier, her hair fluttering in the wind: "Song Shiyi, what exactly do you want to do?"
Song Shiyi held up a ball of black ghostly energy and stuffed it directly into his mouth: "Master Tang, for the sake of my brother, I'll give you one more day. If you don't leave, I'll kill you too."
Leaving these words behind, before Tang Nian could even speak, Song Shiyi vanished from the spot.
Tang Nian was startled, and only then did she understand Song Shiyi's intention.
She wanted to impregnate a woman in Lancheng with a ghost child, using the ghostly energy of the fetus to enhance her own power.
Who taught her such a vicious method?!
Those common people could not see Song Shiyi, but they could hear Tang Nian's words.
Upon hearing Song Shiyi's name, everyone's expressions varied.
Tang Nian noted down everyone's reactions and continued rescuing people without making a sound.
After a whole night, all the pregnant women inside Tang Nian's barrier were rescued.
As dawn approached, the streets finally quieted down.
Tang Nian leaned against the wall, looking extremely tired.
Backlit, Tang Nian seemed to see a figure walking towards her and stopping in front of her.
Lou Mu bent down and extended his hand: "Are you alright?"
Tang Nian stared at Lou Mu's hand for a long time, while Lou Mu remained motionless in that position.
She sighed, placed her hand on Lou Mu's large palm, and pushed herself up to stand.
Before the two could rest, they heard a commotion outside, as if someone was laughing wildly like a madman.
After laughing for a while, she suddenly burst into tears.
There seemed to be a lot of noise outside.
Such a "lively" scene so early in the morning is really unsettling.
Tang Nian frowned and glanced at Lou Mu.
When the two arrived at the alley entrance, they saw a group of people on the street who looked like they had lost their minds, running and jumping around, and some were playing in the water and mud, all muttering to themselves.
Tang Nian tried to step forward to stop one of them and see what was going on, but couldn't figure it out.
"What's going on?" Tang Nian turned to look at Lou Mu.
She herself didn't realize that, although she could still remember that she wanted to escape Lou Mu, she had already begun to depend on him subconsciously.
Before Lou Mu could speak, another person ran over from a distance.
He was jostled and pushed around by the frenzied crowd, and finally managed to squeeze his way to Tang Nian.
His clothes were squeezed crookedly, and his flowing long hair was a mess.
"Sister Tang, I know what happened to them." Ming Huan was panting heavily, with thick dark circles under his eyes.
It seems that, like them, he also didn't sleep all night.
"Tell me about it."
“Their condition is likely a consequence of being subjected to mind control; it’s damage to their souls,” Ming Huan asserted.
"Mind control?" Tang Nian frowned.
Without a doubt, it must be something Song Shiyi did before.
Tang Nian felt a throbbing pain in her head; this was a really big deal.
The insanity only affects the living, so it's fine. But now the soul infection is inexplicable, and the souls of everyone in this city are being damaged.
If this isn't handled properly, she might really be dragged to the underworld by her master to do hard labor!
That old man was never well-intentioned.
Little did Yama know that the human world was on the verge of chaos. He remained seated in his palace, engrossed in reading a novel from the human world.
Suddenly he felt an itch in his nose. He rubbed it with his hand, and a loud sneeze echoed throughout the underworld.
The low table beside him was piled high with memorials, which had been knocked over by the sneeze. Through the mountain of memorials, one could vaguely see a small radish head buried among them.
"Father, doesn't your heart really ache?" The young prince sat up, shook off the memorials on his body, and slammed down the judge's pen in his hand, full of resentment.
The King of Hell didn't even glance at the young prince. With a wave of his hand, the fallen memorials were instantly stacked neatly on the low table.
"Either you can bring your mother back, or you'd better obediently review the memorials."
The young prince scratched his head in despair. Who knew that he had gone out to look for his senior sister for a while, and that his father had somehow offended his mother, causing her to go to Kunlun in a fit of anger.
If my senior sister were here, she would definitely have a way to get my mother to find my father.
However, the only one who dares to talk about their father is probably their senior sister.
Thinking that his father might be scolded by his senior sister, the little prince seemed to feel a little better, humming a little tune as he picked up the judge's pen and continued.
When Yama saw that the young prince had lowered his head again, he sighed cautiously.
He secretly pulled a note from the novel and stuffed it into his sleeve.
It's best not to let him know about this.
Tang Nian had no idea what was happening in the underworld. She took a deep breath, looked at Ming Huan, and asked, "Ming Huan, do you have any way to solve this?"
Hearing her say this, Ming Huan glanced at Tang Nian, pondered for a moment, and finally nodded.
"I once saw a prescription in an ancient book, but it can only cure insanity, not save the soul. Would you like to try it, Sister Tang?"
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