Back on Earth, I am the only cultivator.

The underground passage of Renai Maternity Hospital was colder and damper than I had imagined.

Above, several dim fluorescent lights emitted a buzzing sound, flickering on and off.

The further down you go, the colder it gets.

Wang Hao's body was trembling slightly.

I don't know if it was because of the undried blood on my body or because of the sorrow in my heart.

"Brother Fan."

Wang Hao's voice trembled slightly.

"Yingying is most afraid of the cold. In the past, she would always carry two hot water bottles when she was in her rented room during the winter."

Why is it so cold down here?

Jiang Chuxue's eyes reddened, and she quietly tightened her grip on Wu Fan's hand.

Wu Fan didn't say anything, but simply reached out and patted Wang Hao on the shoulder.

His divine sense had already penetrated several layers of walls, locking onto the cold room deepest underground.

"Click".

The door was pushed open.

A blast of cold white mist rushed towards him, sending a chill down Wang Hao's spine.

In the center of the room stood rows of metal refrigerators, their surfaces gleaming with a cold, eerie light under the dim lighting.

According to Chen Guoxiong's memory, Wu Fan led Wang Hao straight to the two cabinet doors at the very back.

The sign on the refrigerated display case had two strings of cold numbers written on it.

Yingying is inside.

Wu Fan's voice was very soft, but it made Wang Hao's heart tighten.

Wang Hao stretched out his hands, gripped the handles of the freezer tightly, and pulled it outwards with all his might.

"Splash!"

Inside the freezer, a body covered with a white sheet slowly slid out.

Wang Hao's hands trembled as he slowly lifted the white cloth.

The woman in the freezer no longer resembled her former beauty.

The impact of jumping from the top floor shattered almost all of her bones, and her skull was deformed.

Her arms were bent at an extremely strange angle, and her fingernails still held bits of cement.

"Yingying, Yingying!"

Wang Hao collapsed beside the freezer, wanting to hug her, but then, as if afraid of hurting her, his hands froze in mid-air.

In the end, all he could do was grab the edge of the freezer, and large tears fell onto the cold steel plate.

"These beasts!"

Wu Xi covered her mouth tightly, her eyes were red and swollen, and tears streamed down her face.

"How could they drive someone to this! How could they!"

Jiang Chuxue turned her face away, buried her head in Wu Fan's shoulder, and sobbed silently, her delicate body trembling slightly from extreme discomfort.

Wu Fan patted Jiang Chuxue on the back, his gaze falling on the freezer next to him, his eyes dark and gloomy.

"Brother Fan, where's Xiao Bao?"

Wang Hao looked up, his face covered in tears.

"Where is my son?"

Wu Fan didn't say anything, but silently reached out and pulled open the obviously smaller freezer next to him.

"Splash!"

The freezer was opened, and inside lay a baby wrapped in a small bundle.

Wang Hao opened the package with trembling hands. The moment he saw the child, a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the tops of everyone's heads.

It was a baby who was only six months old.

He was completely naked, his whole body was purple, and his skin was covered with a thin layer of white frost.

Its chubby little body, which should have been plump and round, was now covered with countless needle marks.

What is most shocking is that there is a rough, ugly, and deep sutured wound on his chest that exposes the bone.

That's irrefutable evidence left behind from having his heart's blood drained dry!

"Xiao Bao! Xiao Bao!"

Looking at the child lying on the cold steel plate, Wang Hao couldn't stop the tears from flowing down his face.

When Wang Hao forced himself to open his eyes wide and saw the child's facial expression, he completely broke down.

Even if they have lost their lives and are frozen in a cold freezer,

A single, crystal-clear tear, long frozen solid, still clung to the corner of the child's eye.

His little mouth was slightly open, and his pink little tongue was sticking out a tiny bit.

That was an expression of extreme longing, an instinctive desire to beg for milk.

In his final moments on earth, he endured endless suffering.

On the cold operating table, she cried out for her mother to nurse, but ultimately died from the excruciating pain.

"Aaaaaaah!"

Wang Hao scooped the frozen baby into his arms.

He collapsed to the ground, burying his face in the hard earth, and burst into tears.

"Daddy's here! Little Bao, Daddy's here!"

"Open your eyes and look at your father!"

"Yingying, I'm so sorry."

"I'll take you home, let's go home!"

The mournful cries echoed through the empty morgue, carrying a deep sorrow.

Jiang Chuxue broke down, throwing herself into Wu Fan's arms and crying uncontrollably.

"Wu Fan, why is this happening?"

"He's just a child!"

"He's only six months old, what did he do wrong?!"

Wu Xi clenched his fists so tightly they cracked, and the spiritual energy within his body became somewhat out of control. A thick layer of frost spread across the surrounding ground at a visible speed.

She gritted her teeth, tears streaming down her face.

"Brother! This is the first time I've ever wanted to kill someone so badly! I want to grind these beasts to dust!"

Wu Fan took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed the anger in his chest.

He crouched down, stretched out a hand, and gently placed it on Wang Hao's shoulder.

A gentle wisp of spiritual energy passed over, once again protecting Wang Hao's fragile heart meridian.

Wang Hao held the cold baby in his arms and pressed his head against his wife's face, his tears mixed with blood, soaking the white cloth.

After an unknown amount of time, the crying gradually subsided.

Wang Hao's eyes gradually became empty, from initial despair and pain, until finally filled with hatred.

He carefully put the child back into the bundle and then covered his wife's face with the white cloth again.

"Yingying, Xiaobao."

Wang Hao knelt in front of the two freezers, his voice eerily calm:

"Wait for me inside for a while."

"I will definitely avenge you!"

"After I kill all those beasts,"

"After I've avenged you, I'll come back to take you home."

After saying that, he kowtowed three times, until his forehead was covered in blood.

As he stood up, Wang Hao wiped the blood and tears from his face, turned to look at Wu Fan, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Brother Fan, I'm all better. Where do we go for revenge?"

At this moment, Jiang Chuxue wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and the gentleness in her eyes disappeared completely, replaced by an unprecedented coldness.

She looked at Wu Fan and asked:

"Wu Fan, where do we go to find this 'Blood Fiend Society' next?"

Wu Fan slowly stood up, putting his hands behind his back.

"In Chen Guoxiong's memory, there is a place that is quite special."

"The Blood Fiend Society should be over there."

"Walk."

Wu Fan waved his sleeve, and his spiritual power instantly enveloped everyone.

The next second, the four figures vanished without a trace, leaving only the slowly falling frost in the empty room.

……

Beiling Mountain, on the outskirts of Mencheng.

This place was once an abandoned quarry. It was abandoned for many years and is now overgrown with weeds and thorns. You can't even see a ghost on ordinary days.

However, hidden behind a secluded earthen slope at the foot of the mountain lies an underground air-raid shelter.

This is an air-raid shelter left over from the war years ago.

"Whoosh."

Wu Fan and his three companions appeared out of thin air behind a pile of rocks outside the air-raid shelter.

Night had fallen, and in the desolate mountains and wilderness, the cold wind howled like the wailing of vengeful ghosts.

The entrance to the air-raid shelter is a hundred meters ahead.

The entrance was hidden by a large number of rubble, making it extremely secluded.

However, with Wu Fan's divine sense, he could clearly feel that deep within that seemingly desolate air-raid shelter, there was a strong smell of blood, as well as several fluctuations of martial arts internal energy of varying strengths.

"This is it."