Chapter 3: The Hundred Demons Seize the Sun

“Can’t catch it?”
My grandfather snorted coldly. “If I can’t catch it, do you think you, an old bachelor, can?”
The madman Zhao laughed heartily, placed his foot-picking hand under his nose for a sniff, then said, “He’s panicking, he’s panicking, hahaha!”

Seeing Zhao like this, the village chief also wore a serious expression and said, “Zhao, just tell us straight, what exactly is going on with this unnatural phenomenon?”

“What’s going on? It’s that baby inside!”

Zhao stood up and started to walk inside.

My grandfather immediately took the lead, blocking his way. “If you want to lay a hand on my grandson, you’ll have to step over my corpse first!”

“Old Han, I’m telling you, your grandson is no ordinary flesh and blood. If we don’t deal with this quickly, none of us will ever see daylight again. You think your ancestral grave is smoking blue? A world-class prodigy has appeared? With your pitiful family background, can you handle it? Don’t drag the whole village down with you!”

Zhao tried to push past my grandfather.

Seeing this, my father grabbed a shovel and swung it at Zhao.

Zhao was hit squarely!

“Smack!”

After the sound, Zhao collapsed onto the ground, shouting, “Murder! Murder! Killing in front of the village chief!”

His commotion caused me to start wailing loudly from inside the house.

Crying wildly, I couldn’t catch my breath.

My father had no choice but to drop the shovel and rush inside to check on me.

As soon as he entered, my grandmother anxiously exclaimed, “Wanshan, this child seems to be struggling for breath. When he first came out, he was so fair, but now his face is flushed red, almost turning purple.”

My father looked at me worriedly.

And I was still crying.

My father grew more anxious. “The child’s dumb! If he can’t breathe, why is he still crying? That only makes the lack of oxygen worse!”

My grandmother gave my father’s arm a sharp pinch. “Stop making cold remarks, just think of a way!”

“Take him to the county hospital!”

My father said firmly and carried me toward the door.

My grandmother’s voice followed him, “The county’s dozens of kilometers away! If you take him there, he’ll suffocate before you arrive! If it were that easy, who’d give birth at home anymore?”

“What should we do then?”

My father was already out of the yard with me in his arms.

Meanwhile, my grandfather and Zhao were still locked in their dispute in the yard — Zhao throwing tantrums, my grandfather cursing.

Neither willing to back down.

My father shouted at my grandfather, “Dad, the child can’t breathe! What do you suggest we do?”

At those words,

my grandfather immediately stopped cursing and turned to pick me up.

By now, my face was turning purple.

My body was beginning to tremble.

I was on the verge of suffocation, nearly losing my breath entirely.

“I... I don’t know either, Wanshan. Hurry and borrow a motorcycle from the village chief to get to the hospital!”

My father looked toward theI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.