Before the smiles had faded, a group of sect disciples, carrying seven or eight children, approached quickly with serious faces and swords in hand.
The neighbors and Shentu Changqing's expressions immediately changed.
The children were all bound with demon-binding ropes. Several of them were struggling and kicking the disciples who were holding them. Shen Tu Changqing's heart sank, and he subconsciously looked for his own child among the children.
"Why are you tying up the children! They're so young!"
The neighbor rushed forward to snatch their child back and angrily started cursing.
No sooner had she snatched the child than she was met with her own child's mischievous face.
It was a strange, sinister smile, its colors a mix of green and purple.
"ah--"
The scream was piercing and almost dropped the child.
At this moment, Shentu Changqing realized something was wrong, walked up to the cultivator holding his child, and hurriedly took Xiaoyuer from him.
"…what happens."
His son was quiet and limp, tightly bound by the demon-binding rope.
His face was bruised and purple like the other children's, but he didn't struggle.
He was a tall and strong man, but his heart was trembling so much that he almost couldn't hold the child properly.
He stretched out his fingertip and placed it under the little fish's nose.
"Thank goodness..."
It still breathes.
"The resentment has crept into the city, and now the souls within the city are out of control. Half of the ordinary people in the north of the city have died. Fortunately, the Sword Inquiry Sect's Master Ningxuan discovered it in time, and they sent people to provide support. When we were searching the vicinity, we found that these children had been devoured by the resentment."
"They've all already..."
Seeing Shentu Changqing's bloodshot eyes, the disciple quickly said, "Your child is fine, but you need to expel the resentment in time."
As he spoke, the disciple pointed to the small sword on Xiaoyuer's chest that had darkened, "This magical artifact should have been consecrated by a Buddhist disciple to ward off evil, so your child's condition isn't that serious."
Shen Tu Changqing was in a daze, staring blankly at the small sword hanging around the boy's neck.
This is... a gift from Song Meizi to her son.
In an instant, the burly man burst into tears.
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