The scene shifts back to the thatched hut, where braised rabbit, stir-fried vegetables, and fish soup are laid out on the table, looking quite appetizing.
The woman ate happily, her face filled with satisfaction.
A happy smile graced her lips, but the words she occasionally uttered were quite insincere.
"Don't think I'll forgive you just because I ate your cooking. I'm not done with you for bullying me."
"It's always like this. You only act so recklessly because you think I'm easy to talk to, don't you?"
"Ah Ming, you're destined to be a bachelor forever."
"..."
The woman kept talking, and the man kept putting food on her plate, his eyes full of tenderness. He would occasionally remind her, "Slow down, you shouldn't talk while eating or sleeping, or you'll choke again."
"Hey, come on, have some soup."
"Little Ling'er, be good..."
As the man was speaking, the woman choked, her face turning red from coughing. He quickly put down his chopsticks, got up, and went over to pat her back, feeling sorry for her while gently scolding her in a low voice, "I've always said not to talk while eating or sleeping, but you just wouldn't listen."
"Now you're feeling pretty bad, aren't you? Serves you right for being so smug."
"..."
Finally, the woman stopped coughing, and the man took a handkerchief to wipe her mouth and fed her spoonfuls of fish soup.
She looked aggrieved and drank a couple of mouthfuls of soup. Feeling a bit better, she punched the man's chest with her little fists and said, "It's all your fault. Who told you to bully me?"
Men really have no principles; they just give up completely.
"Yes, yes, it's my fault. I won't do it again next time, okay?"
The scene shifts again to their wedding night.
The man lifted the red veil from the woman's head, his voice gentle to the extreme, "My wife, I will never fail you in this life."
The woman smiled as beautifully as a flower, saying, "To have met you, to have known you, to have fallen in love with you, is the most fulfilling thing in my life."
What follows is an indescribable scene.
Fortunately, there were bed curtains, so Wan Jiao wasn't too embarrassed.
The scene then shifts again.
On a sunny day, the woman happily took the man's hand and said, "Ah Ming, you're going to be a father soon."
Upon hearing the news, the man's face showed not the joy the woman had expected, but rather an indescribable fear and shock. He stared at the woman for a long time, his expression changing several times, before finally asking her, "Are you sure?"
The woman realized something, and her voice deepened, "Don't you want this child?"
"I..." The man hesitated, but ultimately couldn't utter a second word.
He remained silent, and she began to weep, looking exceptionally pitiful.
He couldn't bear it any longer, and cupped her face in his hands to wipe away her tears. "Little Ling'er, I'm sorry."
"I don't want your apology, and I don't want the child either." After saying that, she pulled out an intricately patterned dagger from somewhere and plunged it straight into the man's chest.
He stared in astonishment at the dagger embedded in his chest, then his gaze fell on her face. "Little Ling'er, what are you doing?"
She didn't answer him, but simply waved her hand, and something flew towards the man's face, causing him to faint.
Looking at her hands covered in blood and the unconscious man, the woman's tears fell even harder, but she laughed out loud, "Heaven forbids me from having this child, and you don't expect her to come, but I'll do it anyway."
The scene then shifts again.
A woman, her belly swollen but her body emaciated, lay on the bed, gently stroking her stomach. "Mother will definitely give birth to you. Don't be afraid."
Yin energy gathered in the room, and in the next instant, two thousand-year-old vengeful ghosts appeared before the woman's bed and knelt down respectfully. "My lord, we have brought what you requested."
The woman smiled expectantly, "Quickly."
The two ancient ghosts responded and got up, releasing about ten demon queens from their specially made demon-catching bags before disappearing into the house.
Upon seeing the woman, the dozen or so demons trembled with fear and knelt down, begging for mercy.
A hint of reluctance flickered in the woman's eyes, but ultimately, for the sake of her unborn child, she devoured the demons who had been utterly powerless against her. Afterward, her physical condition changed, visibly returning to normal.
She regained her strength, got out of bed, and walked out of the room. She instructed the thousand-year-old vengeful ghost outside, "She will be born in three days. Find more demons."
The scene shifts again and again.
The man arrived, wielding the ancient divine sword "Tianming," pointing it at the woman's abdomen. "Little Ling'er, are you insane? She is evil, not good. How could you let her be born?"
The woman covered her stomach with both hands, her eyes filled with determination. "You're the one who's crazy. She's our child, my child and your child. Why can't you tolerate her?"
"Little Ling'er, don't force me."
"You're forcing me!" the woman screamed, her voice hoarse. "She's due in two days, can't you just..."
"No." The man's words were firm and resolute. The next second, a rope specially made to deal with women flew out and bound her tightly. "Little Ling'er, to me, your life is more important than anything else."
After saying that, the man forcefully cut open the woman's stomach and took out the fetus...
Because there were still two days left before the due date, and the baby was forcibly removed via cesarean section, the fetus was extremely weak. After it came out, the man struck her on the top of the head with a palm, and she died on the spot.
Watching her husband forcibly cut open her stomach, take out their daughter, and then beat her to death with his own hands, the woman completely broke down. She screamed, "No..."
Mingming Wanjiao was just watching the show.
Clearly, she was an outsider.
But she felt a deep empathy for the woman's breakdown. Her eyes reddened, tears streamed down her face, and her heart felt as if it were being pricked by needles, filled with a dense, throbbing pain.
The scene shifts again and again.
The woman, her body weakened, used an ancient forbidden technique to curse the man.
Ancient forbidden arts are not like ordinary forbidden arts. Even if a god uses them, they will cause irreversible damage to the soul, let alone a woman who is so weak.
Wan Jiao couldn't bear to see her end up heartbroken for a man who wasn't worth it, so she rushed out to stop the woman, but she passed right through her body.
right.
She was an observer.
She could only watch, unable to change the woman's fate.
Finally... the forbidden technique was completed, and the woman's soul was scattered!
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