Fast forward to two and a half years old: The villain boss is obsessed with raising cubs

Chapter 603 The Little One Raised by the Ghost King 12

Shouyi saw Wang's face turn pale and her eyes glanced towards the locust tree in fear. He understood what was going on and said in a gentle voice, "What happened?"

"Madam, don't worry. Those two... although they are ghosts, they are cultivating here and have never harmed anyone. They have no ill intentions towards Miaomiao."

When Wang heard this, instead of relaxing, she took a deep breath, her voice trembling: "Okay, okay."

She had only vaguely felt that something was wrong, and after hearing her son's words, she still had some hope. But now that Master Shouyi had said this, it was a done deal, so how could she not be afraid?

Shouyi looked at Wang's expression, which instantly became even more terrified. He smiled helplessly and shook his head: "Forget it, it's normal for living people to be afraid of ghosts."

He said no more and continued to meditate with his eyes closed, leaving Wang alone there, feeling uneasy.

On the other side, under the locust tree, the atmosphere was completely different.

As the young master of the Taoist temple, Miaomiao is very enthusiastic.

She held the Nether Tiger in her arms, looked up at Song Jinnian, pointed at herself, and introduced herself in a baby voice: "Miao Miao!!"

Then she pointed at him with her little finger and tilted her head, "What about you?"

Song Jinnian looked at her silently. After a few seconds, he replied softly, "...Song Jinnian."

His voice was very soft, a little hoarse from not speaking for a long time, but his words were clear.

"Nian Nian!" Miao Miao immediately gave Song Jinnian a nickname and then enthusiastically invited, "Swing, Qiu Qiu! Play!"

She took Song Jinnian's hand and led him towards the swing.

Song Jinnian did not resist and followed her for a few steps, but his eyes were always on Zhu Niang and Mei Niang, with obvious curiosity and a hint of imperceptible confusion.

He could clearly see the faint gloomy aura lingering around them, and the sense of unreality that made them different from living people.

This was unlike any "that kind of thing" he had seen before.

The ones he had seen were either missing limbs, with ruptured intestines, or dripping with water and with purple faces. Without exception, they all exuded strong resentment and malice, which made people feel terrified and nauseous.

But the two people in front of him, except for their pale faces and ethereal bodies, looked almost the same as living people. Moreover, they smiled at Miaomiao very gently and pushed the swing very carefully, as if they were afraid of hurting Miaomiao.

Are they...really "ghosts"? Can ghosts...be like this?

Confusion piled up in his heart, and he couldn't help but ask softly, his voice so low that only Miaomiao beside him could hear it: "...They...are always like this? Not like...other...ghosts?"

"Ghost?" Miaomiao was trying to pull him onto the swing, but when she heard the word, she stopped in confusion, tilting her head. "What, ghost?"

She followed Song Jinnian's gaze to look at Zhu Niang and Mei Niang, and became even more puzzled: "Auntie!"

She thought Song Jinnian didn't know them, so she enthusiastically introduced them, "Aunt Zhu! Aunt Mei! Hello!"

Song Jinnian looked at her completely bewildered expression, hesitated for a moment, and then said bluntly in a low voice: "That's right, they are not human, they are... ghosts."

"Auntie is a ghost?!" Miaomiao's eyes suddenly widened, and her little mouth opened into a round "O" shape, as if she had heard some earth-shattering news, and her little face was full of shock and disbelief.

She turned her head to look at Mei Niang, who was smiling at her gently, and then at Zhu Niang, who had just stopped swinging and was looking at her curiously, as if she was really seeing them for the first time.

The little girl didn't realize at all that the two aunts who played with her all day, made clothes for her, and used ghost energy to make small animals for her were not living people!

She held the Nether Tiger and stood there, her little head seemingly trying to digest this subversive information.