Her scalp went numb.

This Ghost Emperor is truly inhumane, scattering so many children around and clearly showing no intention to care for them.

"Over there!"

The mutant child-death flower paid no heed to the children but rather looked in another direction, swiftly moving toward it.

Sui Zimo and Lin Caisang saw this and immediately followed.

However, this place was seriously difficult to navigate; they had to tread carefully, almost needing to fly.

"Right here, this is the spot."

After a while, they arrived at the edge of a small, round jade vat, which was filled with fresh blood.

Both furrowed their brows; as Sui Zimo turned his head, he saw several infant corpses discarded on the ground, like rags.

"Tsk!"

Lin Caisang couldn’t help but click her tongue.

At this moment, she really wanted to rush outside and tear that vicious person, the Ghost Emperor, into pieces!

Using people’s blood and discarding them so carelessly, they should at least find a place to properly bury them. She’s never seen such a vile person!

Well, given the Ghost Emperor’s nature, having thought of using infant blood to nourish the mutant child-death flower, how could he still possess humanity? He’s already turned into a complete demon.

"Phew!"

She exhaled heavily and once again focused her gaze on the jade vat, trying to see if the small mutant child-death flower was there. But the flower they hoped to see was nowhere to be found.

"Where is the small mutant child-death flower? Why is it not here?" Lin Caisang asked.

"It’s inside."

The mutant child-death flower looked at the jade vat and spoke to them.

"That person is truly awful; how can they steep it like this? It’s evidently an attempt to turn the little flower into a demon!"

Even if the mutant child-death flower needed to absorb infant blood to become fierce, there was no need to soak it like this; it’s utterly inhumane!

"Mutant child-death flowers absorb blood slowly; this method is terrifying, utterly terrifying. Little flower, where are you?" He wanted to reach in, searching for his sibling.

But realizing the vat was full of infant blood, he hesitated.

"Let us do it."

Lin Caisang and Sui Zimo had no choice but to act themselves.

Only after a while did they manage to rescue a pitifully small mutant child-death flower from the jade vat.

After cleansing it with clear water, they placed it in their palms, and it appeared utterly spiritless, without a trace of vitality.

"My God, little flower, how did you become so small?" The mutant child-death flower, seeing the little flower’s condition, was so enraged that its black smoke grew even denser.

When his sibling was beside him, it was pretty sizable; although still a young flower, their child-death flowers were never small, especially since it was divided from his body.

Yet now, in Lin Caisang’s palm, it was just a tiny sprout.

Little flower didn’t speak, only lay in Lin Caisang’s palm, trembling.

"It hasn’t absorbed the blood, right?" Sui Zimo asked, observing the little flower.

He didn’t sense a bloody smell on the freshly cleansed little flower, indicating it hadn’t absorbed anything it shouldn’t have.