Everything had become more difficult.
"I'll go look for them again. They might not have gone too far."
Jiang Ming found it a little strange.
How had the demon escaped so fast?
She had said that she had made fake paintings, so how could she have escaped?
As he spoke, Sikong Wuyuan noticed that there seemed to be something in a crack, but when he moved closer, he found that there was no trace.
"This is interesting. I'll get the thing out."
Jiang Ming noticed it and felt that it was strange. Some subtle spiritual energy appeared in his hand.
Not long after the spiritual energy entered, the demon and her son were forced out.
The demon was on the verge of death. She clutched her chest, but she did not forget to protect her son.
"Please let my mother go," the child cried. "My mother didn't do it on purpose."