"It's a good thing to be born with eyes of the underworld. Why do you..."

"It's mine, the child is mine." The person who interrupted Elder Feng was a gentle man.

"Zhong'er, why are you causing trouble?!"

The door was tightly blocked, and Chi and Xuan Ling were nowhere to be found. Zhuo Zhan couldn't squeeze in, so he could only stand on tiptoe and poke his head out.

I saw Elder Feng waving the tumor staff in his hand, struggling forward, grabbing the baby and carrying him into his arms.

With the bright candlelight in the room, Zhuo Zhan clearly saw the seemingly ordinary baby, but when he cried loudest, his eyes suddenly turned blood red, just like the Yu Chun he had seen in Yangfu Shrine before.

The baby's eyes were the same. However, as the crying subsided, the eyes returned to their normal color. The baby's cries were rising and falling, and the baby's eyes were changing between blood red and brown, just like the immortal.

As scary as candlelight.

Just when Zhuo Zhan was watching the baby in a trance, the rough man picked up the ax by the wall, held it high with his eyes wide open, and screamed, slashing at the frail man's raised head.

The screams of the women watching nearby almost pierced Zhuo Zhan's eardrums. Zhuo Zhan was suddenly startled and pushed the crowd away with all his strength and pushed forward, but it seemed that he was still too late.

Suddenly, a red dress flashed before her eyes, and she flew over lightly with little red wings fluttering.

"Son, save people!" Zhuo Zhan exclaimed.

However, the moment Chi hugged the frail man, all the sounds stopped abruptly.

The cries of people, the pleading of pregnant women, the cries of babies, the shouts of men, including the sound of the wind when the ax was swung down, everything seemed to have stopped.
Chapter completed!