The moment that small hand trembled and emerged from the bloody chunk of flesh.
Everyone present for the delivery, especially Situ Yong, saw their grim expressions change drastically in an instant.
They all stared in disbelief at the small hand, as fair as a lotus root.
Its five chubby fingers and the fine hairs upon them were clearly visible. Amidst Mo Kuang's ravaged abdominal cavity, it was like a white lotus emerging from the mud, unstained—so clean it was unbelievable.
Mo Kuang, who had just let out a bloodcurdling scream, saw his expression change once more. His clear eyes were again stained a pure black. He suddenly tilted his head and grinned with unnerving innocence.
A smooth, bare head pushed its way out. Its facial features were not yet formed, but it had a chubby little mouth that was busy sucking on its fingers.
Mo Kuang was grinning foolishly, but the skin all over his body was shriveling at a terrifying, visible rate, losing its luster in an instant.
