“What… what the hell is that?” The fatty was close, and this sudden scene really startled him. He subconsciously retreated.

Yuan Shanyuan’s pupils trembled, and he blurted out, “Infant spirit.”

“That’s right, I guessed it was something like that.” Luo Tianhe raised his head, his low voice chilling to the bone, “But this level is no ordinary infant spirit, but a resentful infant.”

Looking at the two dark cyan palm prints, a terrifying image naturally appeared in the fatty’s mind: in the pitch-black night, a black infant crawled into Master Wu’s room, tearing open his abdomen with sharp claws and digging out his internal organs.

The words "resentful infant" exploded in everyone's heart like a depth charge. An atmosphere of unease fermented, making it hard to breathe. Lin Qianqian stared at the dark cyan handprint, a strange glint flashing in her eyes, "No wonder the Wu brothers became like this. They were entangled by a resentful infant."

Judging from Lin Qianqian’s reaction, she had obviously heard of this resentful infant.

However, Yuan Shanyuan's expression became subtle after hearing this, as if he couldn't figure something out, "Strange, how could the Wu family provoke a resentful infant? Moreover, people haunted by resentful infants have bad luck and often have nightmares. In their nightmares, they may hear inexplicable crying and even see fragmented fetuses. These things may happen, but for a resentful infant to directly kill someone, this..."

“Then we have to ask what heinous things the Wu family has done.” Luo Tianhe looked at the unconscious eldest son of the Wu family. The Wu family was like a pool of muddy water, and as their investigation deepened, the mystery gradually became clearer.

Before long, after the handprints disappeared, everyone planned to bid farewell and leave. The servant who took care of the eldest son saw that his complexion was obviously rosier and thanked everyone profusely.

On the way back, Yuan Shanyuan sighed softly. He had only used acupuncture to help the eldest son dredge his stagnant blood, which was a temporary solution. If the resentful infant was not eliminated, the eldest son would surely die.

Moreover… the eldest son’s current situation could be described as a flickering candle. Even if they solved the problem of the resentful infant, his body wouldn’t last long.

Leaving the eldest son, it was already very late. Lai Fu arranged for everyone to go back to rest. The Wu mansion was particularly quiet at night. If it weren't for the red and white lanterns, everyone would feel much more comfortable.

Back in their rooms, everyone discussed briefly and then immediately rested. After all, for them, tonight's mission had just begun. Before long, Master Wu's body would be found, and then they would have to shoulder the responsibility of escorting Master Wu's body back to the tomb. Based on last night's experience, the escort on the road was the most dangerous.

After sleeping in a daze for an unknown amount of time, the fatty was awakened by a hand patting him. He opened his eyes in panic and only calmed down after discovering it was the doctor’s face. His recent experiences had put him in a state of high mental tension.

After the fatty got up, he found that everyone was awake. Several people were sitting around the table, drinking tea and discussing in low voices, while several figures stood behind the door, looking outside.

The atmosphere was somewhat strange.

Seeing the confusion in the fatty’s eyes, Jiang Cheng explained that there had suddenly been a commotion outside, and the sound came from the direction of the gate. They guessed that Master Wu had returned again.

“This Master Wu is really haunting.” The fatty felt uncomfortable just thinking about that face like wrinkled orange peel and the rigid, long braid.

Previously, everyone discussed that Master Wu's return clearly meant he had something to say. His target was the items in the warehouse, the sacrificial altar stored on the wooden架 and suppressed with coffin wood.

Unfortunately, they still hadn't seen the true face of this so-called sacrificial altar. Luo Tianhe, the only one who might know about this evil thing, was hiding something from them.

“Do you know what's going on with this resentful infant?” Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention to the two of them, the fatty asked this question that had been bothering him for a long time.

“I heard Yuan Shanyuan say something earlier, but it wasn’t complete.” Jiang Cheng recalled, “For some reason, if a baby doesn’t successfully descend into this world, there’s a certain possibility that it will become an infant spirit.”

“There are many reasons for this, perhaps related to the environment, or perhaps related to people. Natural disasters and man-made disasters are all possible. In short, if the obsession is too deep, there is a chance to become an infant spirit."

“Ordinary infant spirits have no distinction between good and evil. Most of the time, they are harmless. The only reason they stay in the world and refuse to leave is because they are curious about this world.”

“But resentful infants are different. What troubles them is not a simple obsession, but resentment.” Jiang Cheng’s tone changed, “Because they have suffered some very terrible things, they become like this.”

“The terrifying thing about resentful infants is not how powerful they are, but that they have never truly descended into this world, so their understanding of this world is very vague.”

“There is no reasoning with them. They can't understand, and they won't listen.”

“They will only recognize those who harmed them, pester them, and even after the culprit dies, they will follow the bloodline to find their descendants, until they are all dead.”

“Luo Tianhe also said just now that resentful infants themselves are not very powerful, but they are very evil. He once heard someone say that there was a very powerful jiangtou (black magic) master in Southeast Asia who, relying on his skills, planned to tame a few resentful infants for his use. As a result, before long, he was found dead at home.”

“There was more than one corpse at the scene. His wife and several children were also dead. It is said that the scene was appalling, and even the police officers who were accustomed to crime scenes couldn't bear it.”

“What’s even more bizarre is that not long after, his eldest son's family, who was working overseas, also had an accident. The scene was exactly the same as when this jiangtou master died.”

Hearing this, the fatty instinctively associated it with the current situation of the Wu family, and the two were strikingly similar.

But what made him feel quite desperate was that their mission this time was actually to save the Wu family.

The fatty didn't know exactly what it meant to save the Wu family. Master Wu had already died, and the dead could not be brought back to life, but it seemed that at least one of the three Wu brothers had to be saved to leave a lineage for the Wu family.

As for whether this lineage would be cut off after they left, that was not something they could care about. Since ancient times, good and evil have their rewards, and the cycle of heaven exists. The Wu family’s current situation was also due to their own actions.

Frankly speaking, the fatty felt that the second son of the Wu family was a good person and didn't seem like a great villain. He also had some criticisms about some of the things his father, Master Wu, had done.

If only one of the three Wu sons could survive, the fatty hoped it would be him.

“Dong, dong, dong——”

His thoughts were interrupted by a burst of hurried footsteps. Someone ran over and pounded on their door, “Masters, something bad has happened! Master… he’s back again!”

“And he’s carrying a corpse on his back!”