On the fourth day of the thunderstorm month, the entire sewage ditch in Aogu City was finally declared scrapped. Countless poor people wore animal skin robes and cleared away the blockages.
They do this not out of good intentions, but to earn gold coins from the royal family. One meter of sewage pipe is equal to one gold coin, and it is up to you how much you can earn.
Under this situation of nationwide mobilization, Aogu City returned to normal again. It was like a patient who had had diarrhea for many days suddenly turned around.
Although people are still discussing the fourth prince Midas, the facts are facts, and whether they like it or not, they cannot change King Ogu's will.
The black market was surrounded by wooden fences, and the corpses were thrown outside the city. The heavy rain washed away all the blood, and the fog was like an invisible barrier, blurring the eyes that wanted to peep.
However, today is destined to be a sad day, both for King Ogu and the poor.
"Damn it! Why hasn't the midwife arrived yet?" The old Marquis held his cane and kept scolding the housekeeper.
"Sir, please calm down. The weather is really bad. I think people will arrive soon." The butler was sweating on his forehead, but he still maintained his calmness.
"Get out! Get out of here and wait. If you can't pick someone up, don't come back to see me!" The old Marquis raised his cane high, but still didn't hit the other person's face with it.
The housekeeper hurried out of the door, not caring that his robe was wet by the heavy rain. But the wife in the room let out another scream.
The old Marquis held his wife's hand, his eyes full of reluctance, but he had nothing to do. Although he wanted to send people to find Rikka's whereabouts, the black market had been destroyed, so where should he go for help?
Looking at his wife's bulging belly, the contents inside were churning like a mad dog. He now regretted that he did not listen to Rikka's advice.
"Hopefully, there is still time. No matter what is in the stomach, as long as my wife is fine." The old Marquis thought, and kept wiping the saliva from the corner of the other party's mouth.
His wife is just an ordinary human being. After a day and night of torment, she has already fallen into a coma. And the initiator of all this is the freak in her belly.
The old Marquis sat by the bed, constantly thinking about the whole story. Gradually, a trace of resentment appeared in his eyes, which was hatred from the bottom of his heart.
First, her only son died unexpectedly, and Queen Isabella sent a bottle of secret medicine. She claimed that the thing came from the Whispering Forest and was necessary for the dark elves to reproduce their offspring.
Then his wife took it and became pregnant again. There was no problem at all during this period, and she even accompanied him to pay homage to his dead son.
Later, all his servants were slaughtered by the girl named Rikka. After promising countless benefits, he was able to escape.
Later, his wife's health took a turn for the worse, and the fetus looked like a devil, and Rikka also suggested that she get rid of it as soon as possible.
But the old Marquis still had a bit of luck. He hoped that someone would inherit everything he had and that the entire family could continue.
But the facts have proven that what Rikka said has become reality. Even if you are not a midwife, you can know that the thing in the belly is definitely not a good thing.
"Sir, the midwife is here." The butler's voice sounded outside the door.
"Keeping my wife, this is my only request." The old Marquis watched the door close again, his heart rising in his throat.
Time passed by, and the old Marquis, who had done nothing, walked downstairs and smoked a cigarette in the heavy rain. He needed to relax his nerves and at least give himself some time to breathe.
Half an hour passed. Although the old Marquis was anxious, he also knew that he must not go upstairs to disturb him at this moment.
An hour passed. The old Marquis asked his servants, but no one could explain clearly what was going on in the room.
Two hours later, the old Marquis slowly opened the door, but when he looked around, it was bloody.
I saw the midwife leaning in the corner, her neck and the wall forming a strange angle. But her body was intact.
Looking at his wife, she has already turned into a corpse. There is nothing in her abdomen, like a leather robe that has been eaten by wild beasts, more like a burst balloon.
The old Marquis turned pale and slowly closed his wife's eyes with his hands. The servants lowered their heads one after another. Although they were not disturbed in their hearts, they wanted to show off.
But just as everyone was preparing to clean up the aftermath, a baby's cry suddenly sounded. Judging from its location, it seemed to come from under the bed.
After getting the permission of the old Marquis, the housekeeper slowly put his face to the ground, holding the candle in one hand and lifting the quilt with the other.
It was a pair of apricot-yellow eyes, an extremely ugly face, two arms with protruding blood vessels, and a pair of fangs that looked like blades.
Before the housekeeper could scream, his throat was bitten off. A small fountain of blood appeared instantly, but it only lasted for a few seconds before calming down.
The old Marquis walked to the housekeeper very irritably, but the bloody scene made him dumbfounded. But the baby slowly turned his head and saw his "father" for the first time.
The heavy rain was still falling, and the crashing sound covered up everything, including of course the screams of the Marquis and his family. This is the biggest advantage of the noble district, no one cares about dirty things that have nothing to do with them.
At this time, the old Marquis's house was like purgatory, with more than twenty corpses lying or lying down, and the only living freak was emitting a stench.
I saw him slowly biting his own finger, and then dripping the yellow-green blood into the mouth of the corpse next to him.
Not long after, these long-dead people were "resurrected" again. However, their pupils were pale and their movements seemed very stiff.
When the freak saw these things, he clapped his little hands happily. But coupled with his extremely ugly appearance, it looked extremely weird.
The secret medicine that Queen Isabella gave to the old Marquis is indeed a treasure of the dark elves. However, it is not a midwifery recipe, but a magic potion left behind by the ancient undead priests.
This is an extremely vicious substance that can impregnate those who take it. But what they are pregnant with is a demon, a scourge capable of killing tens of millions of people.
Its name is called the Demon Infant, and any corpse that is fed blood by it will be "resurrected" and become a slave driven by hunger.
As for those unlucky ones who are bitten, they will become the same kind within two hours. They will lose their consciousness and forget everything.
However, this demonic infant itself has no defense. Although it looks ferocious, in front of professionals, it is not even as good as a crazy plains buffalo.
Quack, quack, quack! The demon baby kept slapping the ground, as if it was giving instructions. And the old Marquis and his family, driven by this sound, slowly walked into the noble area.
In the heavy rain, they were like mountain dogs that suddenly broke into the sheepfold, each choosing a partner for dinner. The deserted streets seemed to have turned into a dining table, waiting for the delicious food to be served.
As for the demon baby, it now pulled the old Marquis and his wife together. It was lying between the two of them, sometimes stroking the "mother"'s face, and sometimes grabbing the "father's" beard.