The Lovely Heiress Is Actually A God Beast

Chapter 342: Chapter 342: You Decrypt It Yourself Chapter 342: Chapter 342: You Decrypt It Yourself Little Taotie looked toward Hua Jinyan and sure enough, just like her, Hua Jinyan also felt the cold and even shivered slightly.

Only Qin Xin appeared oblivious to anything strange.

Little Taotie and Hua Jinyan exchanged glances. Hua Jinyan reached out his hand and Little Taotie naturally clutched it tightly–the two reaching an unspoken understanding.

Qin Xin glanced at them but said nothing.

…

It was surprising that the woman did not agree to meet.

Qin Xin looked at Little Taotie, “Shall we head back first?”

But Little Taotie’s gaze was fixed firmly in one direction.

Hua Jinyan also looked that way with a serious expression.

Qin Xin: “What do you two see?”

Little Taotie blinked, her eyes rimmed with red, “A little baby, but very fierce… Covered in resentment, like a vengeful spirit but not quite a vengeful spirit, there’s a piece of Talisman Paper on its forehead absorbing the resentment.”

Hua Jinyan’s gaze was fixated on the Talisman Paper as he spoke in a deep voice, “It’s a curse, using the baby’s resentment to curse someone.”

Qin Xin had a rather bad hunch, lowering his voice, “Is the baby the child of that woman who died young? The Talisman Paper is the source of the curse, was it her who cast it? The target… it couldn’t be my sister, could it?”

Hua Jinyan’s face was solemn, and in his heart, he had a similar guess.

Little Taotie felt the jade pendant of Little Beast Bai Bai growing warm and took out the pendant, “It’s hot.”

“Case closed,” Qin Xin said, holding his forehead.

Hua Jinyan’s expression grew even darker.

According to what Little Taotie had shared before, the jade pendant of Little Beast Bai Bai also heated up when the woman fired the gun; thus, whenever there was a life-threatening danger, the jade pendant would automatically protect her.

Now, it was clear that the target of the curse was Little Taotie.

Nobody expected that this woman could cause such trouble; even detained, she still managed to concoct something dangerous, and was even willing to use her deceased child as a pawn.

Little Taotie realized the seriousness of the problem and gripped Hua Jinyan’s hand tightly, asking in a soft voice, “She’s his mother… why would she do this, just because she hates me, is that why?”

Hua Jinyan lowered his eyelids, “Once the curse takes effect and the cursed person dies, the baby’s vengeful spirit will also vanish into smoke, never having the chance to be reborn.”

Ma Ming appeared just in time, all smiles: “It seems the lessons from these past days haven’t been in vain.”

“Teacher Ma!” Little Taotie called out.

Ma Ming walked over and ruffled Little Taotie’s head, “You, ah~! If it weren’t for the jade pendant protecting you, you’d be in serious trouble right now!”

Little Taotie nudged his palm with her little head, grinning, “The jade pendant is the best, always protecting me!”

“If one day you encounter troubles that even the jade pendant can’t protect you from, let’s see what you do!” Ma Ming tapped her little nose, “You’re going to decrypt this talisman yourself today.”

Little Taotie looked bewildered, blinking innocently.

She had thought that with Teacher Ma’s arrival, he would take care of everything.

“Go on, tear off that piece of Talisman Paper by yourself.”

Little Taotie moved forward, glancing back three times for every step she took, toward the fierce-looking baby vengeful spirit.

The baby was covered in grey and purple, its eyes black and bottomless like endless pits; a single glance was enough to send chills throughout one’s body. It bared its mouth, revealing a mouthful of sharp, tightly-packed tiny teeth, resembling those of a fish.

As Little Taotie drew closer, the baby roared at her, trying to scare her away.

Little Taotie whispered softly, “You’re just a little baby, how can you have so many teeth? Did you steal a fish’s teeth and put them on?”

The baby’s eyes were fierce, and surging resentment enveloped it. The surroundings were shrouded in grey fog, solidifying into hard, chilly sculptures of ice.

In Little Taotie’s view, the police guarding the suspect had all turned to ice sculptures, but in reality, they only felt a burst of cold.