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"And then? What happened to Madam?"

Xu Zize lowered his voice very low, with a gentleness that sounded like coaxing, even though his heart was broken.

Although he was extremely reluctant to upset his girl again, in order to unravel the fog in the dream and to capture any clues that might resolve this sudden danger, he had to harden his heart and guide her to recall the details of the horrific dream.

"He used a sharp knife to cut open my stomach, leaving a huge incision. And then... and then..." Jing Chunxi seemed to see the bloody scene again, and his body trembled violently.

She suddenly stretched out her cold and trembling hands from the tightly wrapped quilt and tightly grasped the collar of Xu Zize's shirt. Her knuckles turned white from the force, as if it was her only piece of driftwood.

"There really are two children. He killed their mother just to take out the fetus!"

Jing Chunxi suddenly cried out hysterically, his voice filled with endless pain and accusations, "He's so cruel, why? Why?"

Xu Zize was holding her tightly in his arms and was unable to free his hands to comfort her, but he also didn't want his voice to be too loud and disturb the old lady downstairs.

In desperation, he suddenly lowered his head and blocked her lips that were making desperate cries with his own.

An extremely warm and soft touch suddenly came over him, running through Xu Zize's body like an electric current, bringing a strange shudder.

However, the girl in his arms seemed unaware of anything. She still held his clothes tightly, even more tightly.

A pair of wide-open eyes, filled with tears and fear, stared straight into his eyes, almost questioningly. It seemed as if the eyes penetrated him and accused the cruel murderer in the dream.

"Xi'er," Xu Zize suppressed the strange throbbing that suddenly surged in his lower abdomen. After a long while, he finally left that soft place with difficulty.

His voice became extremely hoarse, but he tried to remain calm. "That means you saw with your own eyes that your younger brother and sister survived, and the Crown Prince's wife didn't die, right?" He tried to find a glimmer of hope in this terrible narrative.

Jing Chunxi's stunned eyes suddenly flickered faintly, and his eyeballs finally moved slowly, as if he was brought back to his senses by this question.

But then she thought of that horrific scene, shook her head violently, and said in despair with a mournful face, "I dare not watch it. I don't want to watch it. They've already cut open my mother, so she must be dead. If they take out my brothers and sisters, they won't want us anymore. Woohoo! Xier has finally lost her mother."

This time, the words she spoke seemed to have been drained of all her strength. They were no longer roars, but filled with despair and helplessness.

The hands that were tightly grasping his collar finally loosened and fell down limply, and her whole body seemed to have lost all support and collapsed limply in his arms.

Those eyes that were once bright and lively were now dim, having almost lost all their fighting spirit and brilliance.

"Xi'er, don't be like this. There is still room for maneuver. You have to believe in the fairy aunt." Xu Zize's heart ached beyond words. Every time there was a crisis in the past, it seemed that there was always that mysterious fairy aunt secretly helping. He mentioned it eagerly at this moment, hoping to bring back a glimmer of life and hope for Jing Chunxi.

He could hardly bear the girl's pain. The pain was like a real knife, cutting his heart. He wished that the terrible dream had happened to him.

"Goddess Aunt!" Jing Chunxi laughed miserably upon hearing this, his lips curled up in a mocking arc, "It was Goddess Aunt who did it, it was the space that did it, they are killing people."

"Hahaha! They killed my mother." Her laughter was shrill and desperate, echoing in the silent boudoir, creepy.

It was not until this last sentence clearly reached his ears that Xu Zize suddenly grasped the most critical and incredible point in the dream.

"Xier dreamed of space? Did she dream of the fairy aunt?" He asked anxiously, his heart trembling.

Except for Jing Chunxi herself, no one knew that the so-called "Fairy Aunt" was just a story she made up to explain the existence of space. The real, cold, and unpredictable power was always the mysterious space itself.

"Yes, it was in that white operating room. Those hands killed my mother. I saw it with my own eyes, and I also saw my mother's face." The scene at that time was clearly imprinted in her mind. She saw clearly that her mother's face had turned a pale and gray color, like a life that was about to die.

It was because she saw this scene clearly that she was completely frightened and woke up from the nightmare.

"You said in that sterile operating room? Is it possible that he was teaching us what to do?" Xu Zize had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and tried to interpret this horrifying dream from a completely different angle.

As soon as he finished speaking, the person in his arms suddenly stiffened and became completely motionless. After a dead silence that seemed to last for several sentences, Jing Chunxi suddenly sat up straight from his arms, his movements abrupt and violent.

"You said he is teaching us how to disembowel others? Haha, how is that possible? I won't kill my mother, not even for the sake of my brothers and sisters!" I thought she was thinking of something, but unexpectedly she let out a series of creepy sneers, her voice was icy without a trace of warmth, full of resistance and fear.

"In the end, what did those hands do? Were they teaching you how to sew up the opened belly? Would it be possible that the lady could be saved?" Xu Zize guided him patiently, and his thoughts became clearer.

In that era, cesarean section was unheard of. Even for livestock, there was no precedent for suturing them back to life after dissection. But for some reason, he had a strong intuition deep down that this magical operating room must be used to save lives. There was no way they would just open a living person's stomach and leave it there. Those hands must have moved again.

"Next...is there anything next?" Jing Chunxi looked at him a little confused. She had been crying for so long that her head felt dull and stagnant, as if it was filled with cotton wool. She always felt that she was missing some key memory and couldn't connect the dots.

"Xi'er, can you take Brother Xiaokang into the space? Brother Xiaokang wants to finish watching the rest of the story with you. Xi'er is not afraid."

Xu Zize's voice was gentle but firm. He held her cold hand and looked at her with burning eyes, conveying fearless strength and inviting her to face and explore the follow-up of the unknown dream that might hold hope for life.