1222, I curse you and your child
Still...no one!
Mu Anran slightly frowned, closed the door again, and then returned to the room.
"It's really strange, am I just being paranoid because I'm pregnant?"
Mu Anran had just reached the doorway when she heard her phone ringing.
"Ring ring, ring ring—"
She went back to the room, picked up the phone, and saw it was an unfamiliar number.
Suspiciously, she answered the call, "Hello?"
"..." Silence on the other end of the line.
Mu Anran frowned, "Hello, who is this?"
"..."
Still no response.
"If you don't say anything, I'll hang up!" After saying this, Mu Anran was about to hang up.
But before she could, a sinister, hoarse, and horrifying voice came through the phone, "You will die a terrible death."
Mu Anran was startled, "Are you crazy?"
"You and the child in your belly, I won't let you go, no..."
Mu Anran impatiently hung up before the voice could finish.
The calls did not continue afterward.
