As he spoke, the Six-fingered Ghost had already deceived himself, arriving before Yang Tian.
Just as ghosts are drawn to corpses, they yearn to kill like zombies. But the difference is, while zombies crave the blood of strangers, ghosts hunger for robust infants!
For only ingots can nourish their bodies and allow their fragmented souls to travel farther and grow stronger!
Especially ghosts who adore the Six-fingered Zither—after being sealed for so many years, who knows how long it's been since they've absorbed a strong Primordial Spirit?
Looking at Yang Tian standing before him, his eyes immediately reddened, his face turned savage and bloodthirsty. He sneered and said, "An ant… your child belongs to me."
As he said this, the Six-fingered Ghost extended his abnormal six-fingered hand and stabbed into Yang Tian's abdomen.
"Ah!"
