"Hey! Madman, I'm asking you? What the hell is going on?" someone asked Zhao Yin.
"Hehe…! Not bad, right? These are the results of my research. Let me secretly tell you a secret: these little kids have such low immunity. I spent a lot of effort to make them successful hosts for Gu insects. Oh, what a shame, almost two hundred kids, all died, and only these few are left. My painstakingly successful Gu insect hosts, yet my senior brother wants to rid them of Gu. Do you all think my senior is out of his mind? Forsaking wealth and prestige to be a good guy? Does he think he's the Goddess of Mercy, saving people from suffering?"
Zhao Yin's words ignited everyone's anger.
"You heartless child trafficker, such small and cute kids, you... you could actually lay your hand on them."
"Exactly, just look at these little kids, their mouths are full of insects, it's so pitiful, can they still live?"
