Chapter 1092: Chapter 1092: Clearly Her Daughter
“You let my daughter out right now, or I’ll kill you!”
Song Wenjun roared hoarsely.
“Teacher Song, what are you doing!”
At that moment, a scream suddenly erupted in the hospital room.
Teacher Song looked up and saw Sister He, her face full of terror. She urgently pleaded, “Sister He, you, you quickly come and hold down this little ghost, she hid Little Caihong, we…”
“No, Teacher Song, what, what are you talking about?” Sister He looked at Song Wenjun in utter fear, hurriedly rushed to the bedside, and grabbed Song Wenjun’s hand: “Little Caihong is right here! Let go quickly, Little Caihong is almost being strangled by you! Teacher Song, what’s wrong with you!”
“No, this isn’t Little Caihong, she’s…”
Song Wenjun thought Sister He was mistaken, bloodshot eyes turning frantic, speaking while looking down at the little ghost on the bed.
The next second, her voice came to an abrupt stop.
Her pupils suddenly dilated.
Where was the little ghost on the bed, it was clearly her daughter, Little Caihong.
And her hands were tightly gripping Little Caihong’s neck.
Song Wenjun’s face trembled, wanting to release her hands, but they seemed to have a will of their own, clamped firmly on Little Caihong’s neck, refusing to obey her.
“Teacher Song, you, you quickly let go!” Seeing she wasn’t letting go, Sister He was on the verge of insanity, trying desperately to pry Song Wenjun’s arms away.
But Song Wenjun’s hands stayed locked on Little Caihong’s neck, like iron pincers, and no matter how hard Sister He tried, she couldn’t pull them apart.
She stared at Song Wenjun, dumbfounded.
Song Wenjun was in tears, shaking her head repeatedly, gasping, “No, it’s not me… my hands won’t obey, I can’t let go…”
On the bed, Little Caihong’s eyes rolled back, her small face turning red and purple, swelling as if her blood-filled skin might burst.
Sister He, seeing this scene, felt both heartache and terror, realizing Song Wenjun’s strength was astonishing.
No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn’t make Song Wenjun release her hands.
Sister He was drenched in sweat, it poured down in layers, all she could do was continue to pry at Song Wenjun’s hands while desperately screaming for help.
“Help, someone, come quick… come save her…”
Outside the hospital room.
Wei Qingran, holding an amulet, had just reached the room’s door and heard a scream.
Wei Qingran’s eyelids twitched sharply, she pushed the door open and ran inside.
The next second, she was stunned by the scene in front of her.
“Miss Wei, please, help us, Little Caihong is at risk…”
Sister He, seeing someone enter, immediately sought help without thinking.
Wei Qingran snapped back to reality, recalling the amulet Xia Xin had given her earlier. She quickly stepped to the bedside and placed the amulet on Little Caihong.
As soon as the amulet touched Little Caihong, a strip of crimson gold light burst forth, instantly flinging Song Wenjun away.
Immediately, they saw what seemed like a shadow darting away from Song Wenjun, but they couldn’t clearly see what it was.
They had no time to chase whatever it was.
“Little Caihong, Little Caihong…” Sister He, disregarding Song Wenjun, held Little Caihong’s hand, tears continually falling, rubbing Little Caihong’s hands to make her speak.
Little Caihong rolled her eyes endlessly, seeming to have stopped breathing.
After several seconds, she suddenly gasped and began breathing heavily.
Wei Qingran, on this side, pressed the call button again.
This time, unlike before, there was no lack of response.