Shocking! A haughty and arrogant older sister was relentlessly pinned against a wall by a cold and a

Cheng Ai raised an eyebrow, pointed at his head, and asked with a stern face, "Does Brother Lü often feel dizzy, have blurred vision, and weak limbs?"

Lu Hanmo subconsciously pressed his temples, pursed his lips, and remained silent.

Cheng Ai smiled and added, "Not only that, you also sometimes feel inexplicably sleepy, or even excessively sleepy, right?"

The veins on Lü Hanmo's forehead were faintly visible, and his expression shifted between light and shadow.

After a long pause, he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence through gritted teeth, "I admit that what you said is all true, but that's all because of the pressure I'm under at work. The whole thing about infant spirits is nonsense. If you want to be a charlatan, you've picked the wrong target."

At this point, Lü Hanmo suddenly grabbed Cheng Ai's wrist and said with a sneer, "You brat, I know why you've been targeting Xiaolin all this time."

I've investigated your background. You were a third party in a relationship, were vilified online, and were sent to a mental hospital. Now you've escaped and are afraid to go home, so you can only stay by Jingke's side.

You learned from him that I'm in the real estate business, so you tried every means to get close to me, hoping to get something for nothing and have me give you a house..."

However, before he could finish speaking, a sharp pain shot through his chest, and then he was thrown away by a great force, crashing heavily to the ground.

Li Xiaolin was shocked and rushed over to help him up. "Hanmo, are you alright?"

Lu Hanmo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, staring at the culprit in shock, his voice filled with disbelief, "You actually dared to hit me?"

Cheng Ai withdrew the foot she had used to kick him, looking down at him with undisguised contempt and disdain in her eyes. "I've tolerated you long enough for Xiaolin and Ye Jingke's sake. You'd better behave and not provoke me again, or I really will cripple you!"

The girl's voice was cold and sharp, like a demon crawling out of hell.

Lu Hanmo's lips trembled slightly as he looked at her, his face pale, and for some reason, he felt a sense of fear.

Seeing that he had finally calmed down, Cheng Ai smiled with satisfaction, brushed the stray hairs that had fallen across her forehead behind her ear, turned around and walked to the man who had been coldly watching her, and handed him two talismans. "I will need your cooperation later."

Ye Jingke quickly took it and nodded solemnly.

Cheng Ai looked at Lü Hanmo again and said calmly, "Your problems have nothing to do with work. On the contrary, if you didn't leave early and come home late, you'd probably be dead by now."

As she spoke, she brought the tips of two fingers of her right hand together, and a talisman appeared out of thin air, quickly sticking it towards Lü Hanmo.

The next second, a cloud of black mist suddenly rose above his head, gradually coalescing into a phantom the size of an infant.

The infant spirit had a fierce appearance, its entire body was as black as ink, with only a pair of tired, blood-red eyes showing.

"Ah... Whew..."

Accompanied by a sound similar to a yawn, the surrounding temperature instantly dropped below zero, a chilling wind blew, and an eerie coldness permeated the air.

Li Xiaolin was shocked, her eyes fixed on the sudden change in the scene before her, her heart beating faster and faster.

Lu Hanmo's head was throbbing from the noise. He tried to cover his ears, but his body felt as if it were bound by something, and he couldn't move at all.

He rolled his eyes upwards, trying to see what was above, but all he could see was blackness.

Ye Jingke remained relatively calm, holding a talisman in each hand as he cautiously observed the movements of the infant spirit.

Cheng Ai stood there expressionless, seemingly used to it all.

Realizing that everyone's eyes were on her, the infant spirit frowned impatiently. "You... can you see me?"

The voice was ethereal and elusive, as if it came from another dimension, and it sounded quite terrifying.

Li Xiaolin wanted to touch it but didn't dare. In the end, she just raised her hand and traced its outline in the air. "Son, is it really you?"

The infant spirit froze for a few seconds, then suddenly threw herself onto her shoulder and wailed, "I've tried countless times to appear and see you... but I could never do it... Now I've finally waited for this moment... Mommy... I missed you so much... Waaah..."

At the same time, Lü Hanmo felt the pressure on his head suddenly lessen.

He glanced quickly at Li Xiaolin, and his legs went weak, almost causing him to fall to the ground.

What is that? His son? Really?

Li Xiaolin was in tears, sobbing uncontrollably, and it took her a long time to calm herself down.

However, just as she tried to get close to the infant spirit, her arm passed right through its body without her feeling anything.

"How...how could this be?" Li Xiaolin looked at Cheng Ai and asked anxiously, "Xiao Ai, why can't I touch my son's body?"

The infant spirit also looked at her, its already red eyes becoming even more bloodshot from crying, a sight that sent chills down one's spine.

Cheng Ai remained calm and explained slowly, "Infant spirits are formed from resentment, invisible and without physical form. The reason you can see them now is because I just used a manifestation talisman."

As soon as she finished speaking, Li Xiaolin impatiently continued to ask, "Then can you use the talisman again to let me hug it?"

Seeing his wife's longing gaze, Lü Hanmo frowned, hesitated for a moment, and then decided to voice his doubts:

"Honey, calm down. Don't listen to that brat's nonsense. What baby spirits, resentment, manifestation talismans—it's all just her making things up."

“I know your son’s death is a lifelong pain for you, but you can’t be so blindly superstitious. I once met a feng shui master when I visited a client. I saw him smear lemon juice on white paper, let it dry, and then burn it to make a ghost face to fool the old lady that her house was haunted. I guess the same thing is true for aborted fetuses.”

"Besides, you're beautiful and I'm handsome, so our child will definitely be fair-skinned and adorable, unlike that dark lump on your shoulder..."

He kept talking incessantly, unaware that the infant spirit's expression was becoming increasingly ferocious.

"No!" Li Xiaolin shook her head vigorously. "Hanmo, its cry is exactly the same as the one I heard in my dream. It looks three parts like me and seven parts like you. It's definitely our son!"

Lu Hanmo mustered his courage and glanced at the infant spirit. Upon seeing its appearance for the first time, he immediately turned his face away in disgust. "Sorry, I really don't see any resemblance."

Lin Xiaolin had no intention of arguing with him. She just ran to Cheng Ai's side and kept pulling on her arm, pleading, "Xiao Ai, please, I want to hug it, even for just one minute, okay?"

To be honest, she didn't believe in the existence of infant spirits at first, but the moment she saw her son's little face, the softness deep in her heart was completely overwhelmed.

After a moment's hesitation, Cheng Ai finally agreed, "Okay, but the infant spirit is very resentful, so I can only let it temporarily possess the vase."

"It's okay!" Li Xiaolin quickly stated her position, afraid that she might change her mind.