Reborn to Bear the Evil SpiritChapter 1
When I was five months pregnant, my birth parents brought me home. As soon as I walked in, I heard my baby’s voice say, “Mom, this place is full of wolves! They only brought you back to take your bone marrow for your sister!”
I froze for a moment as my birth mother walked over with a glass of freshly squeezed juice. My baby’s voice screamed in fear, “Don’t drink it! It’s poisoned! They want you to lose the baby!”
My birth father and brother came toward me. The baby’s voice warned, “Run! They’re taking you for a blood test!”
I trusted my unborn baby more than my family. I ran without thinking, but as I crossed the street, a sharp pain hit my stomach.
I staggered forward and was hit by a speeding truck. Before I died, I heard my baby’s voice laugh, “Haha! I finally killed you!”
I couldn’t understand why the baby I’d wanted so much would hurt me. When I opened my eyes again, my birth mother was standing in front of me, holding a glass of juice.
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As my baby’s voice warned me, I drank the juice. The sweet and sour taste spread through my stomach and the pain from the truck faded away.
Then I heard my baby’s panicked voice. “Mom, spit out the juice! It’s drugged! They want you to lose the baby! They don’t love you! They only brought you back to take your bone marrow for your sister!”
Hearing my baby’s voice again made my heart clench. The baby said the juice was drugged, but when I touched my stomach, I felt nothing unusual.
My heart sank. In my past life, I had fully trusted my baby’s voice. And my birth parents really had been heading to the hospital for test results.
Terrified, I ran and got hit by a truck at an intersection. This time, I needed to know if my baby’s voice was real and why he wanted to kill me.
Maybe I was too quiet and my mom grew nervous. “I asked your husband and he said you love apple juice. Does mine taste bad?” she asked sincerely.
I smiled. “It’s really good, but I drank a lot of water on the way, so I’m full. Mom, where are Dad, my brother and my sister?”
Mom looked worried. “Your dad and brother are on their way home. Your sister... she’s sick and in the hospital.”
My heart tightened; my sister really was sick!
My baby laughed smugly. “See? I told you she was sick! How could you not believe me?” The childish voice sounded like a demon’s whisper.