Today is Wednesday, and it is also Song Xiaojia's first day of leave, and she got up as usual to eat a loving breakfast made by her mother, and then walked out of the house with her schoolbag on her back.

Everything was so similar to yesterday's life trajectory, except that she got into another car when she came to the bus stop.

"Ahead to the station, home inn hotel, please arrive at the station passengers..."

Hearing the prompt from the newspaper station, Song Xiaojia got off the car, she booked a room here last night, got the room card, changed into her mother's clothes in the schoolbag in the room, and she put lipstick on herself.

The whole person matured instantly, and after glancing at herself in the mirror, Song Xiaojia left the hotel and came to the hospital next to her, I don't know if it was an illusion, she always felt that something was staring at her.

In fact, this is not an illusion at all, but a woman's natural sixth sense.

"Brother Zhao, the little girl now is really amazing, if we accidentally conceived a guest's child back then, most of them were reluctant to beat it, how could she be so decisive."

Outside the hospital, next to Zhao Hao stood a woman dressed in dust.

"Feng Siniang, Lao Tzu is not interested in knowing about your pickled and broken things back then, delay the prince's affairs, be careful of your head!"

Zhao Hao's tone was very unfriendly, as a military household who never went out to have a female ticket, he didn't look down on the prince, who was a chicken girl in front of him.

"Brother Zhao, you still don't worry about my Feng Siniang's affairs, it's just that the evil baby in my hand is already in the ninth life, and if you can't be born in this life, you can't stop the resentment that soars to the sky, even Brother Zhao."

Feng Siniang didn't care about Zhao Hao's attitude, but smiled and pulled out a black mist from her sleeve, and she could vaguely see that it was a baby inside.

A baby is a baby that cannot be born many times, and a child who is knocked out in the womb may be transformed into a baby of evil, so it seems easy to make a baby of evil, but it is almost true.

With the development of medical technology and the needs of residents, abortion has become easier and safer.

Although the strength of this kind of evil baby is not comparable to that of "pure natural", it should not be underestimated, especially the more times it cannot be born, the stronger the strength of the evil baby will be.

The so-called Tenth Evil Infant was beaten down alive ten times, and under the accumulation of resentment, the strength of a body is not to mention a powerful ghost, even an ordinary rampant ghost will not be its opponent.

"I'm relieved that he can have such strength, the prince is still too conservative, and it is not impossible for the little Taoist priest to die in the hands of this evil baby!"

Tao Sanniang and Ye Erniang were repeatedly damaged in the hands of this little Taoist, and Zhao Hao's resentment towards him was not ordinarily deep.

Following Song Xiaojia into the hospital, the two avoided the sky-high yang qi in the delivery room of the obstetrics and gynecology department, and turned around and came to the operating room opposite.

Compared with the pregnant women waiting to give birth in the delivery room, there are more people in this operating room who are ready to have a baby, and the two directly found Song Xiaojia, who had just taken off her pants.

"Feng Siniang, move smartly, otherwise the child in her belly will be beaten down!"

"Don't worry, there are still a few people waiting ahead!"

Coming to Song Xiaojia, Feng Siniang's right hand holding the baby instantly turned into a gloomy ghost claw, and pressed the baby into Song Xiaojia's stomach.

"Huh~~"

For some reason, Song Xiaojia, who was lying on the bed, only felt that her stomach was cold, and then a gust of wind blew, and her entire lower body was cold and swishing, and she didn't know that the child in her belly had been occupied by the dove in the magpie's nest.

Feng Siniang's ghost claws tightened and loosened, and the seal on the evil baby was instantly unlocked, and the evil baby in the amniotic fluid directly subconsciously entered the embryo, and with only a few breaths, the evil baby became one with this new body.

The resentment of the depressed knot dissipated slightly, because he had the possibility of being born again.

Of course, he didn't know that this possibility would be extinguished again in a few dozen minutes.

"Bed No. 4, Song Xiaojia, prepare for intravenous anesthesia!"

As the anesthetic was injected into the vein, Song Xiaojia felt that her eyelids gradually became heavier, and she didn't allow her to think about anything, she completely lost consciousness, and the abortion operation began to be carried out efficiently, until all the pieces of embryonic tissue were sucked out by the negative pressure of the straw.

"Brother Zhao, it's done, we'll see it in seven days!"

Looking at the strong resentment on those embryonic tissues, Feng Siniang said with a smile.

"Really? Then I'll see if he can kill that little Taoist!" ”

Zhao Hao's voice was full of cruelty and pleasure, they were all ghosts who had been dead for hundreds of years, so they didn't care if their actions were cruel or not, they only cared about the result.

Seven days later, it was still Wednesday, Song Xiaojia was still 100% still in school, at that time, the evil baby went to ask for his life, as a disciple of Maoshan, that little Taoist priest would never turn a blind eye, as long as he made a move, there was no way out.

The distance between Maoshan and the school is dozens of kilometers, and the old Taoist priest has no time to save him, this plan is perfect, and Zhao Hao is now admiring Zhu Ziming's intelligence more and more.

This made him can't help but think that back then, if it wasn't the old prince who raised the army to make a living, would the world of the Ming Dynasty have fallen into the hands of King Ning's lineage?

Maybe there is really such a possibility, but he Zhao Haosheng is a person from Ning Wangfu, and death is a ghost of Ning Wangfu, no matter whether he lives or dies, but he is driven by the prince.

Xia Yang, who didn't know anything about these things, was nervously reviewing, and he rarely slept at the end of the day, but he hadn't gone to bed yet.

"Brother Xia, stay up all night cultivating immortals, your mana is boundless, do you feel it?" Xiao Shou, who was holding an English notebook to review, raised his eyebrows at Xia Yang and said.

Since hearing Xia Yang's remarks that he was going to press him under his feet in this English test, Xiao Shou also launched a ruthless attack, in order to defend the last dignity of a man, he must keep his English scores.

"You kid is a wolf, but Dao Ye will do what I say!"

Blowing out the to kneel to do it, this is Qingyangzi's teaching to Xia Yang, and it is also the tradition of Maoshan, picking up the collection of English knowledge points specially prepared for him by Yin Suya, Xia Yang also began to memorize it silently.

Not only their dormitory No. 233 these nights, but also many dormitories have not turned off the lights, and many people have fought hard for the final exam.

Of course, this also includes Song Xiaojia, who has just finished having a baby, after a few days of recuperation in the hotel, her body is almost fine, but for some reason, she will start to have all kinds of nightmares as soon as she falls asleep in the past few days.

Nightmares are fine, but in every different nightmare, a little boy with no face will appear, and the dream self will hear him call himself mom when he passes by him.

This creepy nightmare made her mentally very dazed, so she simply didn't sleep, studied all night with the help of caffeine, and could barely sleep for a while when she was at school during the day.