On the bed lay a woman in white, her long hair spread out over the sheets. Her skin was wrinkly and desiccated as if devoid of any moisture, with layers of wrinkles forming. Her hands sported elongated nails, making her resemble a ghastly monster that had transformed from a corpse.
She was enveloped in a lingering aura of blue-black yin energy.
Mu Qian, holding Mu Xiao in his arms, approached her. The little one began to clutch at his clothes tightly.
Mu Qian took a sealed medical kit from the only cabinet beside the bed and took out some disinfectant and a scalpel. Mu Xiao's face paled slightly. He turned his head away until he felt a sharp pain emanating from his wrist. His tiny body trembled violently as he bit his mouth and let out a muffled groan.
Blood flowed from the wound on Mu Xiao's wrist, drop by drop, onto the dry corpse's blue-black lips.
