When people first heard the news, they thought Sister Ji had simply found a second spring in her life and had finally opened her heart again. Who would have guessed that even back then, she had already been carrying ferry-crossing ghostspawn?0

Sister Ji was brought in on a stretcher, carried by others. She looked like she did not even have the strength to walk anymore, her eyes dull and unfocused.0

Though she was the human mother of the ferry-crossing spawn, she was still just an ordinary mortal. The Gale Army did not really guard against her.0

But once more and more civilians crowded in to watch, no one knew where she suddenly found the strength. She abruptly sat upright and screamed, “Give me back my sons! Both my sons died for Panlong City! I went through endless suffering to give birth to these few, and you still want to kill them! Are you even human? Give me back my sons! Give them back!”0

She screamed until her voice tore and cracked, rolling and thrashing on the stretcher. Her face twisted into something savage and hateful, like a vengeful ghost. Even the crows in the treetops were startled and flew off.0

The crowd fell dead silent. Her shriek seemed to hang in the sky, echoing.0

Xiao Maoliang lifted his chin coldly. Soldiers surged forward, gagged her, bound her hands, and pinned her fast to the stretcher, then...0