Grandma Liu wasn't wrong; it was indeed the mother and son she and Daoist Yin Shan had killed that were causing mischief.
At this moment, the mother named Du Juan was sitting on Grandma Liu's abdomen, pressing down repeatedly, and inside her belly, her son was turning over and over in that physical body, playing games with his mother, just refusing to come out.
With both ghosts causing trouble, Grandma Liu felt as if she was being crushed all over, drenched in cold sweat, her breath in disarray, and the child's delayed birth was tormenting not only her body and mind but also her vitality.
Therefore, basin after basin of bloody water was cautiously carried out by a servant; her complexion was almost as pale as golden paper.
The midwife in charge of the delivery was even more terrified, her face turning pale white, for she had noticed that no matter what, Grandma Liu's cervix was just not fully dilating; how could the baby possibly be born?
