Chapitre 177: Ghost Child, Coffin Man

In a regular residential household, Madam Ghost Child was carrying her swaddle, sitting quietly on a bench.

Those who didn't know her would just assume her to be a beautiful young housewife, coaxing her child peacefully to sleep.

Placed beside Madam Ghost Child were several boxes. Despite these wooden containers being tightly sealed, one could smell the overbearing fragrance of medicinal herbs.

She continued sitting there and then, someone entered during the afternoon.

This baffled Madam Ghost Child.

After all, the residents of the village she was currently at had all ran away in fright. No one dared to come several miles near her.

This demonstrated the level of fear Madam Ghost Child induced in others.

And she had long grown used to scaring people away.

From experience, upon stating her identity, no one would dare to venture near her.