The three did not go in immediately.
Bai Yanliang glanced around: "Be careful, it seems to have gotten stronger..."
"Then let's hurry up." Yu Wenxuan's gaze turned cold, a dagger slid into his palm.
Without further hesitation, the three pushed open the door and stepped in slowly and cautiously.
The scene in the courtyard was almost the same as the first time they came, the only difference being that Kangkang was gone, and in the deck chair lay not the elderly Village Chief Kang, but an infant wrapped in a red swaddle.
As soon as Bai Yanliang saw the red swaddle, his pupils shrank.
It's it...
Yu Wenxuan also sensed something was wrong. He gripped the dagger in reverse with his right hand and quickly approached the infant.
Looking down, it was indeed a newborn-looking infant in the blood-red swaddle on the deck chair.
The infant only had its head exposed, its face appeared normal, with very red, wrinkled skin, eyes closed, and it was wailing loudly.
