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As Master’s voice fell, my heart stopped along with it.
For a moment, I was at a loss. I didn’t know whether to feel joy or sorrow.
I still remembered Zhang Xiaoqian's words: only one of us could survive in this world. If I brought the child into this world, I would have to die.
Mother dies for the child, the child dies for the mother.
Master spoke to me, trying to comfort me: “Yan Xi, listen to me. You must terminate the pregnancy while your Ghost Husband is away. There’s still a chance. If he returns, no one will be able to touch this child. Master has a deep bond with your grandfather; I cannot let you ruin yourself like this.”
The moment I heard someone wanted to take away the life inside me, my heart twisted painfully.
Even though I couldn’t feel that little one inside me right now, just the thought of someone wanting to discard him was unbearable.
With tears streaming down my face, I pleaded with Master, “Please don’t take my child away. I beg you.”
I didn’t want him to perish before he even opened his eyes to see this world; I wanted him to live.
The entire hospital room fell into a heavy silence, and I didn’t even dare to breathe.
After what felt like an eternity, Master finally spoke again.
He looked at me and asked, “Are you sure? Even if it means your death, you are willing to go through with it?”
Without hesitation, I nodded.
"Master, I'm sure,"
"Master, I discussed this child's matter with Zhang Xiaoqian. At that time, I thought that if I were to get pregnant, I would definitely give birth to this child. I can't bear to see him perish before he even comes into the world. Please, Master."
The Master looked annoyed, muttering to himself, "Gu Hunchback, Gu Hunchback, your granddaughter is just as stubborn as you. But I like this temperament."
Seeing the Master's expression soften, it seemed that he wouldn't force me to terminate my pregnancy after all. I mustered the courage to ask, "Master, are you very familiar with my grandfather?"
At this question, the Master immediately turned sour. "Not familiar! What would I have in common with your stubborn grandfather?"
His glare made me fall silent, and I bit my lip while watching him, knowing full well that things were not as simple as they seemed.
"Eat this,"
the Master said as he handed me a red pill.
My alertness shot up instantly. I worried that the Master hadn't given up on the idea of making me abort the child. I stared at him and asked, "Master, what is this?"
"You are not pregnant like others; this is a spirit child. He will drain your vitality. Take this pill so you won't be harmed. There's a box here; remember to take one each month."
Seeing that I hesitated to take the pill, the Master glanced at me and understood. "Don't worry; such harmful things are not something a cultivator like me would do."
Only then did I feel relieved enough to swallow the pill and reach out for the wooden box he offered. I nodded gratefully in thanks.
After I took the box, my master immediately chuckled, a look of cunning satisfaction on his face.
"Don't thank me too soon. Five thousand for one, fifty thousand for ten. Remember to transfer the money to me," he said, leaving the ward and leaving me dumbfounded.
What was up with my master? He seemed like a money-obsessed miser, appearing indifferent to his disciple while actually caring more than anyone else. He looked like someone who lived a simple life, yet he was obsessed with money. Everything could be negotiated with cash; it was truly strange.
As soon as he left, Shangguan Mingyue rushed in.
I quickly tucked the pills away; I didn't want her to know about this for now.
"Yan Xi, are you okay? What did the master say is wrong with you?" she asked with concern.
I forced a smile and joked, "The master just said I'm too weak and told me to rest a bit longer before letting me go."
Shangguan Mingyue seemed somewhat skeptical. "Is that all? The master is being so mysterious."
"The thoughts of our elder master are beyond our guessing. By the way, what did Senior Brother say to you just now?"
Instantly, I piqued Shangguan Mingyue's interest. She leaned in with a mysterious expression and said, "Senior Brother just told me that Guo Changhua's body has indeed gone missing. He went to the police station to check the video, and both he and the master suspect that a ghost might be causing trouble."
"A ghost causing trouble? Are you saying someone possessed Guo Changhua's body and took his corpse away?"
With a snap of her fingers, Shangguan Mingyue praised, "Not bad, Gu Yanxi. You've improved; you can guess this."
"Who would use Guo Changhua to frame me?" I asked.
Shangguan Mingyue replied decisively, "Of course, it's the Cult of Spirits. They are afraid we'll uncover the truth, so they came to frame you."
"Ah!"
Suddenly, Shangguan Mingyue screamed.
I shouted in alarm, "What’s wrong? What happened?"
"I forgot to tell you something," she said.
Remembering the child in my womb, I shot her a glare and said, "Could you not be so dramatic? You scared me to death."
"Alright, Yan Xi, I’m sorry. But you still don’t know, do you? Guo Changhua died from the sixth method of death."
The sixth method of death... Could it be that Guo Changhua's death was indeed connected to the Cult of Spirits?
The Cult of Spirits first sent Imposter Shangguan Mingyue to take my life, and now they are trying to frame me for murder. What exactly is their goal? Why are they targeting me?
...
The police left the hospital, but this case is far from over. My master was called in to help with the investigation because of my involvement in the case. Although Guo Changhua's body is missing, I am still entangled in this matter and need to stay out of sight.
On the third day in the hospital, I was supposed to be fine, but my master insisted that I stay a little longer for safety.
Shangguan Mingyue and my senior brother have been too busy lately, leaving me alone in the hospital.
I gently placed my hand on my belly, struggling to believe that there is a life inside me. I wonder how Mu Xuanche would react to the existence of this life.
Since becoming pregnant, I seem to feel especially drowsy.
After resting for a while, I fell asleep again.
In my dreams, it seemed someone walked in. My eyelids felt incredibly heavy, and I could only open them a crack.
I vaguely saw someone in a white coat and assumed it was a doctor, so I didn't pay much attention.
As the doctor approached, I could finally make out his face. He was neither my attending physician nor his assistant.
Who is this person? A wave of unease surged from the depths of my heart.
I wanted to open my mouth and ask, but I found myself unable to move at all.
The liquid in the syringe traced a perfect arc through the air before the doctor inserted it into my IV, injecting water into it.
My stomach began to ache, and I felt increasingly anxious, struggling to sit up.
Yet, I had no strength in my body. I silently called out Mu Xuanche's name in my mind, hoping he would hear me this time.
No matter who this person was, as long as my child was safe, that was all that mattered.
My heart raced with urgency as I watched the liquid in the drip about to enter my body.
What should I do?
What can I do?
Baby, yes, the baby is still in the gourd.
I silently shouted the baby's name in my mind, wishing he could come out and help me pull out the syringe.
The doctor stood beside me, aware that I was awake and that I couldn't move. He stood there with a cold smile, placing his hand on the regulator.
No, he was speeding up the regulator. I saw the tattoo on his hand, an inverted swastika. He was one of the Cult of Spirits, and he wanted to harm me.
"Baby, hurry up, come help the Godmother, please!"
I silently shouted, hoping Baby would come out quickly.
But the gourd remained completely still. I was getting closer, and the cold potion had already entered my wrist.
The doctor turned to leave. I tried to grab his hand, but it was futile.
Suddenly, Baby burst out of the gourd.
He yanked the syringe from my arm, blood splattering everywhere.
It turned out this guy was waiting for that person to leave before coming out. Poor child.
He rushed to my side and blew air onto my face.
He didn’t see it, but I noticed—the doctor had returned.
When he saw Baby pull out the needle, he charged over, lifting Baby with one hand and looking coldly at him. Then he reached out and ignited a piece of black talisman paper, placing it in front of Baby's outstretched hand.
He smiled at me, wanting me to see Bao suffering.
Poor Bao, under the effect of the talisman, his body slowly began to turn black, emitting painful screams. My heart ached along with him; it was too painful.
"Godmother, save me..."
Bao whispered my name, his voice growing weaker. I couldn't let this happen; I had to save Bao.
My fists clenched tightly as Bao's body darkened further, and he could barely make a sound.
"Ah!"
With a loud roar, I sprang into action.
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