"Mom, hurry, don't stay too close to me…" Congcong's face was twisted in agony.
Bai Yinman was particularly stubborn, "Mom won't leave!"
In an instant, Congcong's little hand, like a sharp steel knife, unexpectedly plunged into Bai Yinman's chest.
Bai Yinman's pupils dilated, "Congcong…"
I inwardly cried out in alarm, it was rumored that once a zombie demon consumed the internal organs of a close relative, it would immediately ascend to immortality.
However, I had always thought that was just a legend, who knew it seemed… to be true…
"Old senior, don't be soft-hearted, kill that old beast Wang Heyin!" I hadn't expected that Wang Heyin, completely outmatched, could still pull such a stunt. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ novᴇlfire.net
Wang Heyin was still able to control the little zombie demon because there was still a vague Blood Curse between them.
The Blood Curse, like a red thread, stretched from Wang Heyin's body, controlling the little zombie demon.
This thing is particularly difficult to undo, either the one who cast the curse willingly undoes it, or they die.
In a fury, Zhang Zidao slapped the crown of Wang Heyin's head.
In the blink of an eye.
His palm shattered Wang Heyin's Three Flowers Gathering at the Top, removing all of Wang Heyin's Spirit Root.
Before Zhang Zidao, Wang Heyin, who looked as divine as a Golden Immortal descending to the mortal world, weak as an ant, vomited a mouthful of fresh blood, the whole person wilted, "Zhang Zidao… you will regret meddling… in this."
"Old senior, Wang Heyin might look better than you, but he did not expect to be nothing compared to your blow." I flattered with my mouth, but my hands didn't hesitate, carefully pulling out little zombie demon Congcong's hand from Bai Yinman's chest, and hugging him into my arms.
Zhang Zidao seemed pleased with my words, hands crossed over his chest, "An excess is as bad as a deficit, hardly worth mentioning."
Congcong's little hand was completely stained red, his vacant eyes incredulously stared at his blood-dripping fingers, "Did I… harm mom? What… have I done…"
"Baby, you did very well, your mom just got a minor injury." I checked Bai Yinman's wound, thankfully it was in a non-fatal area, nothing serious.
But the little zombie demon could not utter a word, big tears of regret rolled down from the corners of his eyes.
Zhang Zidao took a deep breath, rubbing his red nose vigorously, "Damn, this old Taoist priest has lived such a long life, today… today I've seen it all, damn, girl, you can even rehabilitate a zombie demon… what a world..."
This old Taoist priest, the first time I met him felt like that kind of haughty deity, even a bit stubborn.
Now, it seems he's really promoting the culture of Zuan.
Quite a temperament like Zhang Shuying's…
If they are not from the same family, they wouldn't enter the same door, right?
"Old senior, I have two things to ask Wang Heyin, may I?" I suddenly felt Zhang Zidao had a somewhat endearing quality.
Zhang Zidao nodded, "Ask him anything."
I walked over, looked down at Wang Heyin, who lay on the ground, "Wang Heyin, you targeted so many pregnant women resulting in difficult births, how many zombie demons did you create altogether?"
This matter was currently urgent.
"What do you think a zombie demon is? Something any Tom, Dick, or Harry could become?" Wang Heyin looked at me as if I were an idiot.
Zhang Zidao pinched his beard, adding, "Wang Heyin is right, meeting a zombie demon is once in a thousand years. If Wang Heyin harmed many pregnant women, it could be mere chance, not every case could turn into a zombie demon."
So that's it… If only Congcong became a zombie demon…
I really don't know if it's lucky, or unlucky.
I asked further, "Why did you create zombie demons?"
"No comment," Wang Heyin arrogantly replied.
I squinted, knowing that the matter of the zombie demons would concern Zhang Zidao far more than me, and if there was any risk, he would surely be more proactive in dealing with it.
Asking might not yield much, so it's better to leave it to the old Taoist priest to ask himself, thus I changed to a question related to me, "Why did you tell Hu Jiao not to mess with me? Do we know each other?"