"It's a misunderstanding!" Xingdai cried, tears welling up in her eyes.
She couldn't understand why she had to suffer such a tragic fate.
This is not an injustice that a baby over 300 months old can bear!
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"It won't kill you now," Little Yuzu said calmly.
When the Kumanthong discovered that Sing-Dai disliked it, the ghost was devastated and burst into tears, crying, "You are my mother! Why don't you want me!"
Little Yuzu reacted quickly and pressed the translator button just as it started crying.
Hearing the message conveyed by the cold, mechanical voice, Xiaoyouzi glanced at Xingdai, then looked back at Kumanthong, and said helplessly, "She really isn't your mother. If you don't believe me, just sense it for yourself."
"You're lying to me!" The Kumanthong's eyes turned blood red, and two bloody tears streamed down its face, making it look both terrifying and pitiful.
Ignoring its anger, Little Pomelo calmly said, "The blood you drank later was hers, not the one you contracted with. I guess she gradually reduced her own blood so that you could fully adapt to Sister Xingdai's blood."
"It seems your good mother isn't so great to you. You're so pitiful. You got scammed and even got into trouble for helping her."
These words were translated into Thai via mobile phone. After listening to the calm tone and the content, the Kumanthong stared wide-eyed.
Those already large eyes almost popped out of their sockets from the stare.
It screamed in despair, "Impossible! This can't be! You're lying to me! You're so evil!"
"What's impossible? You've been tricked! You might as well break free from her control as soon as possible!" Little Yuzu made no attempt to hide her heart-shaped poke.
The Kumanthong was crying and wanted to do something big.
Unfortunately, being bound, it could only wriggle on the ground like a maggot.
"Alright, don't move around." Little Yuzu reached out and helped it up. "So, do you want to break free of control? Don't you want freedom?"
With tears of blood still glistening in the corners of his eyes, the Kumanthong asked, "What is freedom?"
“It means you can do whatever you want.” Little Yuzu rested her chin on her hand: “There are no constraints, you can do whatever you want.”
Little Yuzu's words carried a slightly seductive tone.
Kuman Thong is just a child, easily swayed by pomelo.
"Are you tempted?" Little Yuzu asked with a smile.
The Kumanthong nodded: "My heart... I'm moved."
Putting her phone aside, Xiaoyouzi beckoned to Xingdai with her finger: "Sister Xingdai, go to the kitchen and get a knife."
"Huh? What's wrong?" Xingdai asked curiously, her clear eyes showing a hint of naivety.
Little Pomelo instructed, "Go and cut a drop of blood out, and I'll help it find relief."
“But…” Xingdai looked at Xiaoyouzi, then at the Kumanthong, and couldn’t get the question out.
Little Pomelo coldly replied, "Just do as I say."
"Okay." Xingdai shut her mouth and went into the kitchen.
Soon, a drop of blood was placed in the bowl.
The Kumanthong couldn't control itself upon smelling the familiar scent of blood. It stretched its neck desperately, shouting, "Give it to me! Give it to me!"
Its expression turned strange for a moment, which was caught by Little Pomelo.
Raising an eyebrow, Little Yuzu sneered at the Kumanthong, "You little piece of trash, smell this again. Is this the blood of the person you made a contract with?"
"It's like being scammed and still counting the money for the scammers—how incredibly stupid!"
The little pomelo's tone revealed her obvious disdain.
The Kumanthong regained some of its senses and asked doubtfully, "Really? Really?"
"Give it a try."
Little Yuzu retracted the rope binding the ghost, clutching a talisman in her hand to prevent the Kumanthong from suddenly becoming violent.
The Kumanthong squatted in front of the bowl.
His chubby, purple, lotus-root-like hand reached out, his fingers with sharp nails gently touching the blood. He held it under his nose, sniffed it, and then licked it.
It's different from when I usually eat a lot.
This time, the Kumanthong activated its bond with this drop of blood.
After a long while, the pupils of the Kumanthong (a type of spirit doll) trembled.
It really is different.
The taste is different.
It accepted the blood without feeling anything at all.
This drop of blood has no relation to my blood pact, and there will be no connection when I activate it.
I really was scammed.
"But, but, I've eaten this many times before, and it always tastes the same. It's the taste of my staple food, I couldn't possibly be wrong about it." The Kumanthong was very puzzled and silently explained to itself.
Little Pomelo reached out and patted its head, which was shaped like a small melon. "You should eat fruits, incense, and offerings. It's best to be vegetarian and chant Buddhist prayers. Avoid drinking blood if you can, and if you do, it should be done by a person."
"Look how quickly you've turned evil. You've obviously been framed, and your blood isn't pure. And your so-called mother is too vain; she'll use you to do a lot of bad things."
Little Yuzu patiently explained to the Kumanthong, her gaze towards it filled with helplessness, not pity.
We can't expect a Kumanthong that died before it was even born to know too much.
The Kumanthong felt as if the world had collapsed and the whole ghost was in trouble.
Now that the Kumanthong was in a daze, Little Yuzu pressed her advantage, asking, "What happened to you? Why did you come looking for Xingdai?"
The Kumanthong's eyes held an indelible attachment.
It glanced longingly at Xingdai, who then hid behind Xiaoyouzi.
She didn't want a devilish son; she was still a virgin!
The Kuman Thong said with a somber expression, "At first, she spent a lot of money to bring me back."
"She was very good to me back then. She gave me all the good food, treated me like her baby, and bought me toys and little clothes."
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