When she first saw it, it was nothing more than an ugly ginseng in its original form, but now not only had it become a little girl, it could also, like x-ray vision, help her see everything inside the zombie-like bodies.
Little Ginseng crossed her arms, her chubby little face full of pride, "I'm awesome, right?"
As long as she lived long enough, and the people she attached herself to gave her enough space to perform, especially after Su Yingxue gave birth, she would be able to continue cultivating.
She found that her cultivation was becoming increasingly impressive.
But there was also one strange occurrence, aside from Su Yingxue, she began to hear other voices. Just last night, when she was sleeping, she heard the voice of a little boy in her dream, crying out, "Mommy, Heng'er misses you so much."
She had no idea what kind of spirit that was.
