Ji Qingwu was completely baffled.
"What are you doing here, carrying that thing?"
Ma Pozi's slanted eyes lifted. "This is our little young master, who hadn't even taken form yet. The poor child..."
Ji Qingwu said, "As far as I know, a perfectly healthy human can't give birth to an animal. So, are your master and mistress not human, or have you lost your mind?"
She knew the scent of the bloody mass in the treasure box the moment she smelled it. It was a deer placenta.
Ma Pozi's voice suddenly shot up as she began to shout, her guilty conscience showing.
"Everyone, come and be the judge! She insulted our master and mistress! She said they aren't human!"
The shouting gave Ji Qingwu a headache, and she had just started to frown.
Just then, a gleaming Cold Iron Sword was laid across Ma Pozi's neck.
The old woman's hand trembled, and the treasure box fell to the ground, nearly smashing onto the feet of Wei Tongyou, who held the sword.
