Chapter 2: Giving Birth in a Coffin

Dark! It was like the thick, heavy clouds before a storm, or the endless, suffocating gloom of a desolate wilderness in the dead of night. The morgue before her, save for the lantern she had brought herself, was as black as an invisible, bottomless pit.

In this eerie and terrifying darkness, a sound like flowing liquid seemed to brush past. Then, a "drip, drip" sound began to echo.

Mama Gui was already so frightened she was on the verge of fainting, but upon hearing the sound, she tremblingly picked up the lantern she had set on the floor to take a look.

Unexpectedly, the liquid winding its way toward her feet was as crimson as blood, and the air was permeated with a thick, metallic stench.

The smell of blood?

Suddenly, the woman, terrified to the extreme, widened her eyes and looked toward the source of the liquid. Sure enough, the "drip, drip" was coming from blood drops falling from the thin coffin.

"Miss!"

Almost as if she had gone mad, Mama Gui grabbed the lantern and lunged back toward the thin coffin.

Sure enough, the snow-white burial dress the female corpse had been wearing was now stained red with blood from the abdomen down, and her high, protruding belly was trembling slightly.

Giving birth in a coffin?

In a flash of lightning, the woman who had lived for more than half a lifetime brushed the stray hair from her forehead behind her ears, and without a moment's hesitation, she quickly lifted the burial dress of the corpse in the coffin.

Indeed, between the legs of the corpse, a tiny baby's head, slick with blood, had already emerged. But because the mother was dead, the birth canal had lost its ability to contract, and the infant was stuck there, unable to move forward or backward!

At this critical moment, Mama Gui, a layer of cold sweat already forming on her forehead, gritted her teeth, pulled the hairpin from her hair, and sliced at the birth canal where the infant was emerging.

Soon, blood burst forth, and this time, the baby slid out as smoothly as a loach into her hands!

"Miss..."

Quickly pulling the child into her arms, the woman, who felt as though she had just survived a harrowing war, finally burst into tears as she looked at the motionless corpse in the coffin.

The child—her Miss had actually given birth to her child in the coffin after death. Was this heaven's will?

"Child, you must remember this. This is your mother. Remember, she was poisoned to death by Lan Lengshuang!" She didn't know why, but in that instant, the grief-stricken wet nurse held the child, still covered in wet blood, and leaned toward the motionless corpse in the coffin.

She had only said it on a whim; after all, it was just a newborn. But eerily, the child suddenly opened its eyes and looked in the direction the wet nurse was pointing.

That’s right! It was looking! A newborn baby, whose irises were not yet fully developed, should have had no vision at all. Yet now, those pitch-black, pearl-like eyes were fixed directly on the face of the corpse in the coffin. The calm, yet chillingly eerie gaze was enough to make even Mama Gui freeze in place involuntarily.

But it lasted only for a moment, for shortly after, as frantic footsteps approached from outside the villa, the tiny infant immediately closed its eyes. Mama Gui, as if waking from a dream, stripped off a piece of her own clothing to wrap the baby, and fled for her life through the back door of the mortuary.