He then closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into his mental sea.
The infant spirit huddled in a corner, its tiny body trembling constantly, radiating an overwhelming sadness and grievance, its whimpers as pitiful as a kitten's.
Li Yu slowly stepped forward, came to the little infant spirit's side, and gently comforted it, conveying silent comfort and promise.
"Don't be sad." He then held out his hand: "Look, I brought you a new toy."
Li Yu handed the compressed ghost to the infant spirit.
The baby spirit stopped whimpering abruptly after seeing the ghost.
Because it recognized him as Zhou Xiaopeng, the bad guy who had taken his life!
"Wow!"
It let out a surprised cry and reached out its little hand to take the ghost.
The intense sadness was instantly diluted by a sense of satisfaction and curiosity, as if revenge had been achieved.
Zhou Xiaopeng tried to break free from the little hand, but he was no match for the newly formed infant spirit, whose soul essence had become extraordinary after the cocoon transformation.
The tiny ghost was immediately seized by the infant spirit.
The infant spirit merely squeezed him out of curiosity, and Zhou Xiaopeng's ghostly spirit instantly deformed, deflated completely, and became docile.
Given such a disparity, he could only passively endure everything.
Then, the little spirit began to clumsily poke and roll Zhou Xiaopeng, as if playing with a disobedient bouncy ball, and finally made a muffled but pleasant "ya ya" sound.
As Li Yu watched this scene, the gloomy and furious emotions in her heart, influenced by the little infant spirit, gradually subsided.
He then looked at Zhou Xiaopeng, who was being manipulated by the infant spirit like a puppet on a string, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.
A son who was killed by his own father.
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