Wu Ping'er was rolling on the ground in agony, her hair disheveled and her face blackened. Her white Taoist robes were caked in mud, and the lower portion was soaked in a shocking, deep crimson.
From a distance, her stomach could be seen writhing continuously, as if something were trying to force its way out. It did not look like a birth; it looked like a scene from a nightmare.
Li Dai and Luzhi had just arrived when they saw Wu Ping'er, her face twisted in pain, plunge a dagger into her own abdomen. Blood sprayed three feet high.
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