My mother walked out of the kitchen holding a purple marten, placed it directly in front of my sister, and then knelt down, continuously kowtowing.

She muttered:

"My precious, be good, come out happily. You have a father's love and a mother's care."

Repeating it over and over again, my sister gradually lost her clarity in the midst of my mother's chanting.

She forcefully broke free from my arms and lay directly on the cold floor.

Her belly visibly grew larger, like a balloon being gradually inflated.

I could even see something jumping up and down inside through her belly.

What exactly was it? It certainly wasn't a normal human fetus.

I looked at Bigfoot, his towering figure of 1.89 meters, hoping that the sorcerer Ji Banxian had sent him and that it would make a difference.

"Don't worry, little sister, it's not time yet. Have faith, I won't let anything happen to your sister."

Bigfoot remained motionless and didn't make a move. I watched my sister's condition worsen, even suspecting that her belly would burst any second.

I was desperate, trying to do something, but there seemed to be an invisible barrier around my sister. Whenever I approached, I was burned and couldn't get any closer.

There was knocking at the door again, but apart from me and Bigfoot, no one seemed to pay attention to the commotion.

At this moment, I couldn't think of anyone else who would come.

Bigfoot still had that look of enjoying the show, and I felt hopeless.

The knocking at the door grew increasingly impatient, accompanied by my cousin's cursing. It was clear who the visitor was.

I opened the door, and besides my cousin, there were a few other relatives. At the forefront was a delicate-looking young man, as fair as cream, who seemed like a woman.

His voice was also high-pitched, like eunuchs speaking in TV dramas. A pretty boy.

A crowd of people filled the corridor.

As soon as my cousin saw me, without waiting for me to speak, she pushed me aside and walked into the room with the pretty boy.

The pretty boy recited Buddhist scriptures as he walked, knocking the wooden fish in his hand.

My brother-in-law listened to the sound of the wooden fish, lying on the floor restlessly, his limbs touching the ground like an animal, his eyes bloodshot and emitting squeaking sounds.

Even Bigfoot stopped eating lollipops and stared at the pretty boy with a serious expression, in a defensive posture.

What was strange about this pretty boy? Neither the people in the room nor the pretty boy seemed to see Bigfoot.

He walked back and forth, but no one paid him any attention.

The pretty boy took out a talisman from his bag and stuck it on the purple marten. My sister's belly didn't continue to enlarge, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

But my brother went crazy, lunging at my father, biting and tearing at his flesh as if he were a starving jackal.

Soon, the floor was covered in bloody traces, and some people in the room began to vomit.

The pretty boy turned his head to look at me, his eyes cloudy, revealing a fierce glare, as if he held a deep grudge against me.