"I come from a small mountain village, hand over your Evil Spirit Bone!"
Ximen Xie looked at the infant by the door and spoke arrogantly.
The infant, curled up in a ball, now lifted his pale, ghastly face and said in a babyish voice:
"Small mountain village?"
Ximen Xie saw and, indeed, just mentioning he was from a small mountain village seemed to establish communication.
It really worked!
"Yes, I am from a small mountain village!"
"Hand it over, or I'll kill you!"
He was utterly arrogant.
The infant, sobbing, suddenly pulled a dragon scale from his body and handed it to Ximen Xie, saying:
"Do you want it?"
Ximen Xie was overjoyed and reached out to take it.
But, the infant's ghastly white hand directly grabbed his.
"Ah!"
Ximen Xie suddenly let out a wail, as the infant pulled him forward, and he fell to the ground.
Immediately after, the infant tore open his chest and crawled inside.
Ximen Xie's belly heaved as if something was gnawing inside it.