A chill washed over Xin Huohuo.
She'd never felt like this, not even when facing terrifying ghosts and monsters. It was as if her very soul had been plunged into a ten-thousand-year-old ice cavern, a bone-piercing cold seeping from the marrow to permeate her entire body.
They say cute, obedient children are like angels, and that when they're naughty or throwing a tantrum, they're like little devils. But most children are a mix of both, simply because their joy and anger are so pure.
But when a child suddenly transforms into a *real* devil right before your eyes—not the "little devil" of a figure of speech—the fear is indescribable. When the most fragile and delicate of beings becomes the most savage and willful, filled with a nature for wanton slaughter, even the very word "innocence" becomes a bloodcurdling scream.
